Apr 16, 2007
This entry will be all over the map.
I got some test results back from the doctor today. Somehow since the last time the tests were done a couple years ago my body has managed to become very low in vitamin D and my thyroid is “mildly low.” I didn’t talk to the doctor, but the nurse told me the prescription for the thyroid is usually taken for life. CRUD!!!
(Well, at least “low thyroid” may now give a possible explanation for why since we got home from Shepherd last August I started putting on weight. I couldn’t figure it out, since it didn’t seem to me I was eating any more, and though I’ve been trying, I can’t lose it.)
Gary and I discovered over the weekend that though I had thought I had e-filed our federal tax return last year (when I raced home from Birmingham three days after his accident specifically to do so), apparently the IRS never got it. Oh, great. Gary told me not to worry, that he's written a letter to them explaining the situation. He said he wrote, “It’s all Peg’s fault. She should be the one to go to jail, not me.” Funny guy.
Today I had my third therapy session for my knee. They added in another three exercises (I had gotten an additional three last Friday). I didn’t get to use the biofeedback machine – or “dinger,” as they call it – this time, the machine designed to tell you if you’re contracting the proper muscle strongly enough. I was disappointed I didn’t get to use it. I like the feedback. Although on Friday when the one PT yelled across the room, “Professor, I don’t hear any dinging,” I muttered, “You’re going to hear some dinging in a moment.” (Namely when I popped him in the head.)
I want to thank Gary's Uncle Norman for his wonderful Easter card. It was absolutely beautiful and greatly appreciated.
I would also like to acknowledge my staunch friend, Vicki. Vicki, you sustained me with your frequent emails through those months Gary was hospitalized. I am so sorry for the loss of your mother.
This entry will be all over the map.
I got some test results back from the doctor today. Somehow since the last time the tests were done a couple years ago my body has managed to become very low in vitamin D and my thyroid is “mildly low.” I didn’t talk to the doctor, but the nurse told me the prescription for the thyroid is usually taken for life. CRUD!!!
(Well, at least “low thyroid” may now give a possible explanation for why since we got home from Shepherd last August I started putting on weight. I couldn’t figure it out, since it didn’t seem to me I was eating any more, and though I’ve been trying, I can’t lose it.)
Gary and I discovered over the weekend that though I had thought I had e-filed our federal tax return last year (when I raced home from Birmingham three days after his accident specifically to do so), apparently the IRS never got it. Oh, great. Gary told me not to worry, that he's written a letter to them explaining the situation. He said he wrote, “It’s all Peg’s fault. She should be the one to go to jail, not me.” Funny guy.
Today I had my third therapy session for my knee. They added in another three exercises (I had gotten an additional three last Friday). I didn’t get to use the biofeedback machine – or “dinger,” as they call it – this time, the machine designed to tell you if you’re contracting the proper muscle strongly enough. I was disappointed I didn’t get to use it. I like the feedback. Although on Friday when the one PT yelled across the room, “Professor, I don’t hear any dinging,” I muttered, “You’re going to hear some dinging in a moment.” (Namely when I popped him in the head.)
I want to thank Gary's Uncle Norman for his wonderful Easter card. It was absolutely beautiful and greatly appreciated.
I would also like to acknowledge my staunch friend, Vicki. Vicki, you sustained me with your frequent emails through those months Gary was hospitalized. I am so sorry for the loss of your mother.
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