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[rivka]

I stayed home from work again today. I woke up with a raging sore throat, tonsils so swollen I was having trouble swallowing, and a repeat of Tuesday's unfortunate inability to keep a cup of tea down. So I got an appointment with my doctor's partner for this afternoon. Rapid strep test came back negative, and he gave me samples of a prescription decongestant that's been phenomenal at un-swelling my tonsils. He also gave me permission to take twice the amount of ibuprofen recommended by the bottle. ("We give one ibuprofen to a 40-pound kid and two to an 80-pound kid. If you weigh 150, it doesn't surprise me that you're not getting much relief with two." I suspect that there's something wrong with that argument, but I went ahead and took four. I don't think I'll need to do that again, though, now that the swelling is down.)

I also called my doctor's nurse (the doctor herself was out sick today) and asked her to add a thyroid test to the lab slip for my repeat ANA. Thanks again, Mary. I'll keep you all posted. I must admit that it's weird to be hoping that Mr. Thyroid is slowly being destroyed by my immune system... but I know enough about hypothyroidism to know that it's reasonably benign and well-controllable. No promises for other mysterious things that could be messing up my labwork. And then a magic thyroid pill would lower my cholesterol and help me lose weight, and I wouldn't have to change my diet. *grin*

In happy baseball news: the Braves swept the Astros and will advance to the NLCS. They finally got their bats working. We're also cheering with all our might for the A's to demolish the Yankees, toward which they have already gotten a pretty good start. It's especially pleasurable because not only are the Yankees our mortal enemies, but the A's are my brother's team.

My brother and I are recent converts to baseball, having both fallen in love with baseball fans. It's nice to have someone else around who feels very much the way I do about the game: genuinely interested, genuinely appreciative, and yet with undertones of "My god, I enjoy a sport. How bizarre is that?" Our family doesn't know what to make of us - they're amused, but essentially mystified. I think American families are all supposed to be steeped in televised sports, but ours was not a sports-watching family. At all. Ever. Must have been weirder for my brother, growing up without that context, than me.

Our kids, of course, will be baseball fans. Heredity has to count for something.

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[wcg.livejournal.com]

I'm pleased to know you're feeling better darling. Hope it continues into tomorrow.

Love, Bill

[bunyip.livejournal.com]

I'm a recent convert to baseball as well, and I live about 20 minutes walk from Wrigley Field, the home of the Chicago Cubs. Go Cubbies (http://cubs.mlb.com)

[rivka.livejournal.com]

Ah, the cardiac Cubs. I hope Sooz explained what you're in for. I did some rooting for the Cubs when we lived in Iowa, but my God!

*bemused headshake* They're not like the Tampa Bay Devil Rays, you know, a team that's just no good. They're a team that could be good, a team that sometimes shows flashes of brilliance. A team that screws it up, sometimes in unbelievable ways, every time.

Good luck, Bunyip. You're a braver man than I. *grin*

[bunyip.livejournal.com]

Yes, Sooz explained to me at the start of the season what the Cubs are like, and even though they stayed true to form, it was a great season... sure they didn't make the playoffs, but they improved 23 games over last year. Besides, both teams who made it into the League playoffs from the National League Central division have been eliminated already. There's always next season. *grin* The other team I follow in the US is in the NFL (I'm not an ice hockey fan) is Dallas Cowboys (http://www.dallascowboys.com) and so far this year they're yet to win a game, and it's week 5 of the season. Fortunately for my way of looking at sports, they had a number of superbowl successes in the early 1990s.

Besides, my AFL (http://www.afl.com.au) team Essendon (http://www.essendonfc.com.au) made it to the Grand Final in Aussie Rules for the previous two years... winning in 2000, but not doing so this year, so there's also next year there. I'm also looking forward to seeing what Australia does over the summer back home in the cricket after a successful Ashes defense in the English summer.

...hoping that Mr. Thyroid is...

[jodawi.livejournal.com]

a year or so ago, i was somewhat unhappy to learn that i was perfectly healthy in the blood-sugar-level department, and some other department that may have been thyroidal, because that meant that either a) i'm a lazy bum and my lack of energy is my fault somehow, or b) i have argosnorflagial disprobosciniatus which will not be discovered for another 300 years, at which point their trans-dimensional computer will search history and find the emanations coming from me and think numFound = numFound + 1. or something.

GO YANKEES!

[rosefox]

Look, for once I get to root for them even though they're not guaranteed to pulverize everyone else. I'm happy about that. My deity isn't invulnerable and infallible; why would I want my baseball team to be? *) It's nice to have the outcome actually be in question, for a change.

So I'm going to go over to Oakland on Sunday with some friends and cheer my little pinstriped heart out. *grin*

Re: GO YANKEES!

[rivka.livejournal.com]

That's so optimistic of you, to think there's even going to be a game on Sunday. *grin*

My brother and his partner will be down there this afternoon. Waving brooms.

I fret.

[mittelbar.livejournal.com]

You're swollen, and you have mortal enemies. Here's hoping your thyroid is being destroyed.

Yeesh.

Hey, is there no other way for one to be hypothyroidificated than to have one's thyroid eaten by one's immune system? How about "here's hoping your thyroid is slightly sluggish but otherwise healthy"?

Re: I fret.

[rivka.livejournal.com]

I'm much less swollen now that I have these nifty prescription decongestants. Also, even yesterday I was feeling systemically better - everywhere but my throat, in fact. Headache's gone, body aches are gone, need to sleep 20 hours out of 24 is gone, nausea's gone. Today also, I'm coughing a lot but feeling otherwise fine.

I have mortal enemies? Sure. But (not being a baseball fan) you might not realize that the Yankees aren't just my mortal enemies, or even mine and Misha's and my brother's. No, the Yankees are enemies of all that is good and decent in the world. Some might even call them evil incarnate. So it's nothing personal, you understand.

Who knows what evils lurk in the heart of Mr. Thyroid? I'm not sure either.

Don't fret, though. Everything will be OK. Sorry to make you worry.

Re: I fret.

[mittelbar.livejournal.com]

No fretting about my fretting!

And: Should we be considering Air Force flyovers at Yankee Stadium? Where does Bert fit into this picture?

But...but...

[curmudgn]

isn’t it heresy to live in Bawlamer and not be an Orioles fan?  My-wife-the-Bawlamoron would probably faint from the sheer outrage of it (that is, if she ever fainted at all, which she never does).