And another doctor’s appointment

Seems like maintenance of my body takes more and more time.

I went to bed just a little too late, the boy was taking a shower and in a talkative mood but I did shut the conversation down because I really needed the sleep.

Got up at 6.30, rolled out of bed, did yoga, had breakfast and left the house around 8 to take a train to the doctor who checks my thyroid once a year. Everything went well but she told me to get another scintigram, the last one was six years ago and while she can see some things on the ultrasound it’s better to get more data. She would like it best if I would just get surgery but I’m afraid to lose my voice so I’ve been delaying it.

Then I found out that the second doctor’s office where I had wanted to get another prescription renewed is closed on Wednesdays. Now I need to figure out if I want to skip meds for a week or get on the train again tomorrow or so. Not taking topical estrogen for a week is not exactly life-threatening, so I’ll probably just do it on Tuesday. This is why I usually renew prescriptions before I run out but I thought I could get away with only one day of train rides this week.

I went to the nice health food store near the doctor’s office, took a train back, walked to the supermarket where I get my yogurt, picked up vegetarian Leberkäs in another health food store on the way and walked back home. Unpacked groceries, saw that it was only 10.30, talked briefly with my husband and sat down to make an appointment for the scintigram.

That took a while. First, I needed to figure out where I went the last time, how to make an appointment and where and then I filled the complete intake form out including everything that happened before. I dug out my 2017 report and even uploaded a photo of it to the doctor’s office. Fancy. Now I only have to figure out if I really need to stop taking my thyroid medication three weeks beforehand or not.

I helped a little with cooking and then that was it with energy for the day. My husband wanted to make oven fries and chicken breast and then found we were completely out of veggies. In the end he went to the supermarket and came back with lots of fresh ones:

There was a lot of broccoli but we ended up not eating a lot of it because it turns out it wasn’t done yet. Mushy broccoli tastes bad but still crispy is not good either.

I took a bit of a break, taught four students and sent the boy a text to remind him that we were scheduled to put his new desk chair together at 5. I gave up waiting for him at 7.30. Probably should have just gone upstairs. Or not, it’s not my chair.

Then I wrote this post, did the dishes and Duolingo, watched an episode of C-drama while knitting and drinking fennel-chamomile tea and went to bed.

Today will be the weekly supermarket extravaganza. I’m hoping the weather allows for an expedition by bike to the bigger supermarket. I have a huge list including cake, pizza and toilet paper.