Doing the Happy Dance

After a three-year roller coaster that took me through all the different levels of hell, I am finally leaving the ThyroidzillaLand Amusement Park. I just received a call from my doctor's nurse, who told me that my THS levels came back "perfect". I don't have to change my dosage or go back to the vampires for a whole year! I feel like I've just been told that I'm in remission, that feeling as good as I have the past two months isn't just a fluke, that I'm going to live.

The nightmare is over. For now.

Nothing's Ever As Easy As it Seems

Have you ever had an idea, a really good idea, a simple idea, an idea to create something novel and unique, and then, as you start to research that idea, you find out it's not so unique, but still, your take on it is, so you plunge onward with it, learn all you can about its history, its tradition, its impact on society, and the deeper you go, the more you find out that it's not all that simple—you find out it's really complicated, in fact—that it has many long-established rules attached to it, and then you really start to hate Google and Wikipedia because they've made something so simple and pure into something complicated and difficult?

Me too.

I Respectfully Decline Your Invitation

I'll probably insult some of you, but I don't get into the gladiatorial games and the once-a-year burp-off known as Superbowl. I'm not into sports anyway, football being the one that tops the list. I don't understand the mountains of money the players make, I don't get the naked, flabby beer bellies on the guys who paint themselves in tribal colors, roaring and grunting into the television cameras, and I don't get the way our country has fixated on all that.