a lot of nothing

So I had my six month check up. For those of you who don't really know me when I was in high school I was diagnosed with Grave's Disease (a hyperthyroid.) When the medicine wasn't helping much we decided to have a radioactive iodine ablasion done.

That is all doing okay have my blood checked every six to twelve months just to make sure the meds I am on now work.

I do not like the Doctor that I go to up here at all. I think I am just going to stop seeing him and having my check ups back home in December and May/June.

Last spring when I made the first appointment I was feeling a little depressed and Jennifer and my mom wanted me to ask this guy about it. He asked me if I was thinking of committing suicide. I wasn't so he said I wasn't depressed I was just homesick. But if I ever thought about slitting my wrists I should give him a call.

I never called.

So he comes into the office today asks me a few questions asks if I have any questions. I ask him about the headaches I have been getting that last for days. He says it is nothing to worry about it is all because I can't afford to pay for birth-control pills anymore.

Which makes no sense to me because I've only been off the pill for about a month and I started getting the headaches back in August. Whatever he told me to tough it out and if they last much longer to call him.

I think if I have to call anyone it won't be good ol' Dr. Zaks.

I'm just a little frustrated with it all. He didn't even have the lab take a blood sample to check my TSH and T4 levels. I go in with concerns and he treats me like a child, or someone looking for attention by creating pretend illness. (I know the psychological term for it but I'm not going to try spelling it right now.)

Other Halloween related news, Jennifer was mad at all the kids of Grand Forks for not coming to our house to Trick-or-Treat. We had a total of 7 kids come to our door and 3 of them came with one of Jennifer's co-workers.

Her cats have also been nearly as tramatized as I was today. I'm not talking about the whole doctor visit. Jennifer made costumes for the cats and I had to sit with them in my lap all the way to her McDonald's so we could show her cats off. I got so many weird looks from people driving by and the cats wouldn't stop meowing because they hate the car so much.

Merlin probably thought she was headed back to the vet and Goliath probably thought we were about ready to take him half way across the country again. Poor kitties.

They did look very cute though. Goliath was a devil and Merlin was a little wizzard.

I burnt my thumb really bad trying to light a candle in the bottom of one of the jack-o-lanturns. I have this huge blister on my finger tip that hurts like no other.

I need to go to bed, but I'm not tired and I still have Survivor, CSI and Without A Trace to watch from tonight.

I got my second Juvenile Delinquency test back today. Thank goodness for essay questions. Of 59 multiple choice questions I got 37 right. For an essay that I didn't even really write (I just kind of made an outline with all the information on the two theories we were supposed to compare,) I got 50 out of 50.

I was so confused because the TA had just finished saying that no one gets full points on the essay questions unless they are absolutely perfect. So confused that I considered asking if they had made a mistake while grading my paper.

Thanks to the two very stylishly crafted essays the many missed multiple choice questions mean nothing add a little bit of a curve and I still have an A in a class that I hardly attend.

Suddenly Susan is almost over so I think I am going watch Survivor and go to bed.

Night all.