Several years ago, when I was searching for a doctor, I came across Dr. Grumpypants, only then he was known as Dr. Cool. TC and I both liked him. So I've been seeing him for the past several years.
Last week Dr. Grumpypants held my thyroid medication hostage (I have a lazy, under-active thyroid) until I let them take five vials of blood (my blood). So they took my blood, and I felt sick for the rest of the evening.
Any who, Dr. G's assistant, who calls me "Hon," called me hon on the phone several times while she told me that the Dr. wanted to talk to me about my results. Long story short: my lazy thyroid has gotten lazier and I need to increase my meds (could this be why I'm having trouble losing these ten or so pounds that won't come off, no matter how faithful to WW I am?), I'm anemic, and vitamin D deficient. The main symptom for all three problems: fatigue. No wonder I'm exhausted all the time.
The good news is that my problems are easily corrected with meds. The bad news is that now I'm taking so much stuff that I bought a daily pill organizer thingy. I feel old. The other good news is that Dr. Grumpypants was back to his old Dr. Cool self. It seems he likes me better when I have a chronic illness he can solve for me. He didn't go to four years of Grumpy Pants Medical School to be called mister.
On to shoes of the day. On Monday I wore these babies:
Steve Madden red peep toe pumps. We bought them a few years back from Nordstrom Rack. I love them!
On Tuesday, I spent the work day doing all sorts of manual labor, so I wore my flats all day. No photo. All that work wiped me out!
Today, I wore these:
Mudd brand pumps I bought at Sears several years ago. I only made it a few hours at work before the psychosomatic effect of knowing what was wrong with me, paired with the exhaustion from yesterday, took over and I had to come home to sleep. A long nap later, and I feel slightly less tired.