another day, another bullshit

I think I am hypocalcemic again.  When my calcium gets low, I get... well, the word one might use, if one were being a bitch-ass, would be crazy.

Or it's just very bad PMS.

I did get my blood levels tested, though, so I guess we'll find out soon enough.

"pristine" and random free association

Pristine.

That's what my doctor called the ultrasound.  Yay.

I don't have to get my thyroid rechecked until the late summer or so... and then I'll have a body scan with radioactivity... I think.  Because I haven't had enough radiation applied to my body.

In addition to the ultrasound, I have to have my blood work (I've been remiss) - and then I will update more/again/etc.

Well. I'd better get to bed.

Oh, before I go, the promised free association:

LOST is stupid this season.

I like yogurt.

Roger Ebert looks so sick and I feel awful for him and all the more worried about me in light of his condition.

Oh. And? I fell (for the third time in a few months) today. I fell trying to get on the subway.  The subway driver was kind enough to open the door so I could get my legs out before closing it again and leaving the station.  My elbow hurts.

And stuff.