For those of you who are keeping score, my thyroid seems to have won another round. Despite valiant efforts to vaporize it using radioactive iodine, the little bugger has once again asserted its right to exist and cause me no end of problems, most notably my arrhythmic heart and, more recently, my up and down metabolism…
Apparently, a maximum of about ten percent of radioactove iodine recipients have to deal with a thyroid which comes back to life. I’ve shown an uncanny ability to be withing “that” ten percent all the way thorugh this process. With my luck, I’ll also probably end up with Marty Feldman eyes…
This is really getting old…
On the up side, we saw Siouxsie this weekend at the Warfield. I’m in the midst of acquiring every episode of Night Gallery from a marathon on the Mystery Channel. And a cute shaggy-headed boy with drumsticks was either flirting with me — or maybe he was just making fun of me — on the bus this afternoon…
