Yeesh, no fun to get sick. I'm glad to hear the X-rays contained no surprises, though. And I hate to say it because I think you said you had a little trouble to find this doctor, but if my doctor knew less about thyroid hormones than me, I would consider shopping for another one. I don't mind a doctor not doing what I want if he is well informed, but I really hate it when my doctor knows less about a particular subject than I do. When I was doing IVF, my regular ob/gyn volunteered to me that she knew nothing about hormone therapy. (Was that ever inspiring. You're on tons and tons of hormones when you do IVF.)
We moved on Thursday, or, at least, moved almost everything into the garage of the new house. I hired the movers to do a lot of the packing, and thank heavens they did or we would still be where we were. But my sister, husband and I wound up packing many boxes ourselves, and the lifting and toting of heavy boxes (the books and canned goods were the worst) gave me one heck of a sore back. The effort served to keep my weight in the normal place, though ... no loss, but no gain. Given the hurried eating we did at fast-food places during the week, it could have been a real disaster, but the activity counterbalanced my ignoring healthy eating this week.
Now that the big, icky part of the move is done, we're at the repair stage. Gordon the builder brought in Jesus his workman, who patched the sheetrock where the vent pipe in the roof leaked long ago and caused a blister in the bathroom ceiling, filled in the cookie-sized hole in the garage wall where my husband bonked it with the bumper of his car, re-grouted parts of the tile floor (good on me, we still had a partial sack of the grout from five years ago when we put in the floor, and I actually found it the first place I looked), fixed with longer screws the doors that were scraping because the original hinge screws were losing their grip, and battened down the deck where a few board ends were coming up. Next week they'll put in less cheap-looking kitchen pendants (ours hang on long cords that have never fully unwrinkled in five years), put handles on the kitchen and bathroom cabinets (we never got that far ... the cabinets and drawers open easily because of the shape of the wood, so choosing handles got put aside), and shorten the landing and steps into our garage, which stick out unnecessarily into the parking space. Basically, this is that irritating list of little stuff that people just live with instead of hiring done, but it might catch the eye of a buyer and suggest no maintenance was ever done. Since there are no worse things about the house (we rebuilt it almost completely five years ago) I hate to display a bunch of cues that a suspicious potential buyer might take as indicators that the whole place is about to fall down. After the builders finish, the painters come to repaint one bathroom and do some touch-up, and on the 31st, the pressure-wash guy comes to wash the house, roof, driveway and sidewalk. Then the open house.
We're off now to take some old hoses over. The new landscaping in the back yard needs water, and we're going to try this thing where you put a stop on the end of a regular hose, and drill some holes in it only where the shrubs are, making something like a soaker hose that only hits a few places. I hope it works, it's going to be hot this week, like everywhere else in the country, and I don't want the new plants to suffer.
Have a good week!