I don't like Mondays even though I don't work any more, there's just something about them. And this one started way too early. I had to be at the doctor's office first thing to get a B-12 shot and boy did I need it--I don't think they've gotten my thyroid straightened out yet, even though they've doubled my medication dosage, I have no energy whatsoever. The B-12 helps though.
Anyway, got to the doctor's with about a minute to spare and they informed me that I also needed a fasting blood test, lucky for them I hadn't eaten anything yet. The doctor's nurse gave me the shot and I thought the usual Phlebotomist would draw the blood---she's so good, I never feel a thing--but no, the nurse was going to do it and boy was she heavy-handed, got the needle in, but could hardly make the blood flow. She was reaching for my other arm when the Phlebotomist took over, thank goodness, soft, soft hands, I felt nothing.
So now I have pinpricks in each arm, but one arm is bruising and the other one you can hardly see anything.
Not a good way to start the day.
We had rain twice over the weekend, that's the first rain in almost a month, boy did we need it. Tomorrow I need to mow, they saying, though I don't really believe them, that it's only going to be 89º . I hope they're right.
Off to do another round on my crocheted throw, beginning to wonder if I'll ever finish is.