Things have been slightly less than well in these here parts. I've been dealing with a particularly pernicious bout of depression. It's been a small bout, but I didn't notice it and slipped into apathy for awhile. Not good for my class attendance. Still, I think I hav it under control now.

Were that I could say the same about my health. I've had a cold for almost a month, and I have to have my thyroid blood work done again. Supposedly since I've been on medication for the Graves Disease (And doesn't that just sound like a terrible thing to have? In fact, it's not as serious as that, but it sounds ominous as hell.) for a year now I should be in remission (did I mention that I never wanted to get anything that required "remission" at all?) by now. So, I ge to have the blood work done, and if it seems okay my doctor is going to take me off of it to see what happens. Oh yay. Seriously I'd love to be able to be off the meds and only have to have my blood checked once a year. The problem is if it turns out I'm not in remission then she wants to inject a small amount of radioactive flouride into my thyroid to destroy part of it. Injecting radioactive material into my boddy is another thing I never wanted done. I guess you can't win them all.

However, the thing that's been on my mind most lately is my mom. I'm really worried about her. She's been sick for awhile. She hurt her shoulder and it caused headaches, and the pain elevated her blood pressure. Or at least that's what everyone thought at first. Now it turns out that when she hurt her shoulder bone spurs formed in her spine that displaced a nerve or something and led to an artery being strangled. I don't really understand the specifics, but it means that not enough blood is getting to her brain and causing the rise in blood pressure and some really severe headaches. It can be corrected by surgery, but they are pretty sure the artery is right near the brain stem and that makes the operation really risky. However, without it she is under constant threat of having a stroke. They are trying to preemptively treat that, and somehow it's set that if she can get to the hospital soon enough after the onset of a stroke then they can minimize it, but I'm worried that in the midst ofd a stroke she won't be able to call an ambulance or anything.

Anyway, she goes in for more tests today, so anyone who cares, wish her luck.

In slightly better news, she did just get a new house. That's going to be really good for her and Jolene.

And there are other good things going on. My thesis is progressing nicely. A little slower than I expected, but not too bad.

Our cats are on a diet which makes them miserable, but will help them healthwise in the long run. Seati was fifteen and a half pounds! Actually, Vestor was the heaviest at seventeen pounds, but the vet is least worrited about him as he's just a huge (as in long) cat and so not really overweight.

In the really good news department, it looks like Pat may be moving here. It would rock to have him around. Plus, more cats to lavish attention upon. Seriously though, I really hope he decides to come.

And I think that is most of what has been happening. I've done a little writing, but not as much as I'd like. I sometimes wish I was still at Clarion where there was all sorts of buit in motivation. Looks like I'll just have to develop willpower instead. Don't ask me how.

Anyway, I have to vacuum and then Kyle and I are getting lunch, so bye for now, all!