A Single Definable Thing

Hi there! It’s me, Dave-El!

Not dead.

OK, sorry for the drama of last week’s post. But seriously, I cannot overstate just how overwhelmingly tired I was last week, physically, mentally and emotionally.

My wife and daughter suspected I might have Hypothyroidism. All my symptoms were checking off all the boxes for Hypothyroidism with alarming alacrity.  

I sort of hoped they were right. “Here’s this thing that’s causing all your problems. We know what it is. We can do something about it.”

Having something to hang a hat on to explain my bone crushing fatigue would be a sort of relief.

I met with my doctor Thursday morning. No, it’s not Hypothyroidism.  Hypothyroidism does not work that way.

Well, of course it doesn’t. God forbid I should have a handy-dandy definable disease to be the cause of what ails me. 

My doctor figured it was a virus. An elevated white blood cell count seemed to bear that out.

By the way, other than the elevated white blood cell count, nothing else was amiss.

Well, that’s a fine how do you do.

OK, apparently I’m bitching about being healthy? Really?

The thing is I don’t feel healthy. I hurt all over. I’m tired a lot. Sometimes, like last week, I’m more tired. And that’s just the physical side of things.

Jesus, don’t get me started on my mental state. 

If there was a thing, a single definable thing that made sense of all the other hurts and pains, I think I could fight that.

When it’s all just a lot of little things, that’s much harder to fight. 

Anyway….

I’m So Glad My Suffering Amuses You is back in business.

In a couple of days, a post on Toy Story 4.

Until next time, remember to be good to one another.