Yesterday, I had to renew my truck insurance. This required the following steps:
- Fill in three forms and scan them.
- Scan my passport, print the scan, sign the printed document and re-scan it.
- Send all four scans to my insurance company by email.
On an average day I reckon this would take me fifteen minutes. Yesterday, it took me all day.
There is a darkness that comes upon me. There is depression and there is apathy. I have to go to the desk and retrieve my passport in order to scan it. That just seems like to much work and instead I just sit, staring at a computer screen or at a wall, or maybe I consume some downloaded media without paying it much attention. Having spent twelve hours doing what should take fifteen minutes, I was exhausted and grumpy and just wanted to sleep.
I felt this coming on on Monday where depression was lingering and energy was low. And I experienced almost exactly the same a week ago. And I pretty sure of the cause, it’s that thyroid thingie.
I seem to be hovering on the edge of hypo-thyroidsim, with occasional forays over the edge. This week, as last week, I resolved to resign myself to going to get a blood test and subsequently submit to the daily ritual of taking thyroid hormone for the rest of the my life. But I would rather avoid that, and today, as last week, after a day of deep depression, I awoke with a spring in my step and renewed vigour. Depression and apathy lifted, I had no time to go for blood tests, I had too much to do!
And so I have spent the day addressing a myriad issues that I have ignored in the past or rather hoped that the maid would address, but didn’t. Hi-fi speakers have been moved aside and cleaned from every angle. Ornate carvings from Bali have been given the thorough lemon oil treatment they deserve but have not received for years. Faulty lights have had their faulty bits traced, with only the mildest of electrocution, and now shine like a thousand suns (or at least, like a 40 watt bulb). My long-neglected motor-racing trophies have been polished. And a bunch of stuff has been delivered to the garbage room downstairs where assorted staff will delight at liberating non-functioning kitchen gadgets. Relative to that, I even popped out and bought a new toaster. Something like ten hours on my feet and now I am feeling pleasantly buggered, but oh what a change from dysfunctional yesterday.
I could do without these down days, I just have too many things to do. Haven’t taken a photo since Sunday for example, and a backlog of posts to inflict. Hopefully, cheery me will remain for a few more days before I plunge downwards again. I hate my thyroid.
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2012-11-14| Jan saysglad you are feeling better - daily thyoxin isn’t the end of the world, feeling like sh - every day can feel it is. Hope more good than bad days & I wonder, if you’ve time, my study needs a good sort & clean…………………………
2012-11-14| Grant says…as does my shed by jove! Commiserations on your trials and tribulations, how mean we were to imagine you’d made off with a case of champagne when all along it was a case of “one foot in the Graves” instead. Note you’re feeling ‘pleasantly buggered’, didn’t know you’d turned the other cheek, think nothing of it, we’re very broad-minded here… Keep well, we need you!
2012-11-14| biggrtiggr saysThyroid be-buggered……………… bi-polar
2012-11-14| Grant saysDunno, I’d be in two minds about that…
2012-11-15| Spanky saysGood to see you up and moving. I have been in a time warp called Las Vegas. I am looking forward to the relative sanity of Pattaya in comparison.
2012-11-15| Grant saysDidn’t know the CIA was active in LV. Did you find any Russians?
2012-11-16| Spanky saysThey don’t. Least I don’t think so. Obama and I just missing each other in Thailand. I’m sure we could have shared a nice cold San Miguel on the way to Wat Pho.