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THE GOOD

• Conor is FINALLY talking. We took away his beloved Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends forcing him to use his little stubborn head and play with other toys. The result, gems such as Joe, Carmie, weenie, bath, okay, more, bugs, and about 50 other words.
• I get being a clinician. I am making the right decisions, prescribing the right medicines (some even approved by Russian spies, grouchy 8o+ year-old men, and crystal wielding 80 year-old women), and talking a mean game. Best part is all the free food drug/home health/DME companies bring us. Yummy!
• Our new fish are ALIVE! Success.

THE BAD

• Headache. I have had a dull, throbbing, shifting headache lasting the previous 4 weeks. Tylenol and Motrin don't do anything, and if I scratch my head or put too much pressure on the ole' noggin I feel like I am going to barf. Eyes okay, labs okay (TSH elevated to 3.9 but not Synthroid worthy), and not CT worthy.
• Fatigue and weight gain. Yuck, I love napping but HATE napping. I like my baby and my hubby more.
• Shifting abdominal pain. Makes me think cancer, then gall bladder, then spleen, then just idiocy.

THE UGLY

• Our yard. We just had a tree cut down, a 40 ft. red oak. We couldn't afford stump grinding, so we are at a stand still in planting a new tree until then. I need to weed badly and get back to work on the back. But, maybe now we can have some grass in the front yard.
• My waistline. Yuck. Tomorrow begins feeling better by not being so sorry for myself.
• The weather. Air quality orange. Awful.
  
• Typhon