But a Happy Cave Dweller

Blah. There is a disruption in the synthroid/calcium force and I am beat. It's two more days until I can talk to the doctor about adjusting my meds. Almost every day, I feel like a cave dweller. Because I'm draggin'. Get it? Draggin'? Dragon?

Puns are cool.

This fatigue is different from anything I've ever experienced before. Remember that time I took that black belt test and it lasted two and a half hours and I was the only one testing so it was basically me moving around and doing karate stuff for two solid hours? That was nothing. Remember that time I went into labor at 3am and the labor lasted twenty hours and so I was trying to make a human appear after a long, painful day that started after very little sleep? That was nothing. This is a deep-down, bone weary exhaustion that leeches my energy from every aspect of my life. I can't describe it accurately. My eye itches, but I don't have enough energy to lift my whole arm and rub it.

I'm having a hard time accepting this fatigue. When I had my gall bladder out this time last year, I came away with amazing energy. I felt better than I had in a long, long time. When I had the surgery in March, the doctor told me I'd have more energy- "It'll be like you have an extra hour in the day," he said. And he was right. I had stamina out the wazoo.

All that surgery, all that recovery time, and now those wonderful benefits are gone. Cancer stole my energy because cancer is a jerk.

OK, as Mrs. Garrett used to say, with the facts of life, you take the good and you take the bad. Luckily, the good is more important than the bad.

Good: The bug had her 5th birthday party!

More good: Despite the exhaustion, I was able to make her cake! And it came out almost how I wanted:

A good time was had by all:

Here's us because I'm not going to post pics of other people's kids

Bad: Remember the spot thingy that resides in the back of my right eyeball?

Doesn't everyone have photos of the inside of their eyeball?

That terrible thing that the optometrist found last, last summer? I had to drive out to Montgomery over and over to see a specialist and make sure it wasn't growing? Yeah, that thing. Since I had thyroid cancer, I have to go and get this thing checked again. The eyeball specialist is a very nice man. But I hate going there. I was so happy when I finished those tests and I would never have to go again. I have to go back at the end of the month because cancer is a jerk.

Good: Report cards! Both the kids brought home great report cards. And, through a serendipitous turn of events, the eye appointment I made three months ago happened to be the same day as the boy's second nine weeks awards day, so I got to go see him get his name called for All S's and something something reading:

OK, here are some other people's kids because I don't have a solo awards day picture.

Good: Reading! The kids love Junie B. Jones and Ramona books. That is the best thing in the world. Reading to them makes me the happiest cave dweller in the world.