Blood test this week normal for thyroid things. I don't have more details than that. Doctor says it can still take months to feel normal after this point but I am improving still.
example: Sunday, I threw balls for the dogs in the park, then walked to the corner shop and back a bit later, and then spent the evening roleplaying live on AIM. This isn't, objectively, very much but three weeks ago I might have been able to do one of those three things on a good day.
fucking baby steps.
Spike has been getting this weird swelling and redness inside his noseholes after playing ball. I'm hoping it's an effect of clamping his jaws round the ball so hard he often splits them without trying; either that or the way he ploughs the ground with his face when he goes to pick a ball up. Vet says she didn't think it looked cancery but there's only one way to tell. I've got an appointment for a biopsy but I'm considering cancelling for this reason: if the cancer's recurred there's fuck all left we can do about it, and I'm not sure it's fair to put him through it just for the sake of knowing.
besides, hope is a motherfucker from hell but denial's an old and dear friend.
meanwhile, we're back to playing fetch with home made stuffie toys instead of balls again. Both dogs are in favour of this.
Tonight I am an exhausted ball of bitterness, resentment, fury, fear and loathing. I can't pick on any coherent reasons why this should be so I'm assuming it's low blood sugar and fixing it with peanut butter and ginger marmalade.