I'm still alive and kicking though quiet. Working............ My hours (along with all the other cashiers) have been cut. I had at least 2 weeks with only 3 shifts. I have, however, managed to wangle one more shift one of those weeks.
I went to the doctor last week. I have little confidence in doctors. It is difficult for me to talk myself into an appointment. I hate that they want to run test after test. This particular hatred stems from a few things. First of all, I don't like relinquishing the time involved in traveling here and there across the city, placing my precious (to me) body at risk in the hands of a perfect stranger. Even when one receives a referral, I am not sure that is is done in such a way that the best doctor wins. I also doubt the validity of some of the tests. For example, I don't think much of mammograms. I believe, and there is research to support it, that a mammogram will not really aid in early detection. A breast cancer has to be fairly advanced, or at a point where its palpable before the mammogram is likely to show anything. This guy wants me to get a colonoscopy. I have had a particularly bad experience with the colonoscopy and I have absolutely NO symptoms to lead me to believe one of those is necessary. I hate that doctors like to espouse whatever "new" thing comes along, usually with limited knowledge of its efficacy. We're all supposed to trot ourselves out and get a flu shot. Well, those flu shots are propagated from last year's version of the flu, not dealing with whatever current mutation is floating around. The corona virus is a good example. We HAVE a vaccine against the corona virus. However, the current troublemaker is a mutated version, and, as best I can discover, the vaccine available is of no use.
Anyway, off my soapbox. This dude expects me to spend all sorts of time seeing several specialists and having tests of one sort or another done. And you can bet your bottom dollar, if you're so inclined, that the specialists will have their very own shopping lists of additional tests. I finally told him, "Doctor, I have a job" as he rattled off his shopping list, at which he smiled. No doubt he got my point. We'll see what I decide to let myself in for...........
I have made an interesting discovery on my own recently. I have dealt with muscle spasms for many years. Several years ago, as a result of an impassioned plea, a pharmacist recommended I begin supplementing potassium, which I did. The first doctor to whom I was assigned after becoming eligible for medicare told me I had to take magnesium as well. According to him, it is the magnesium that helps carry the potassium to the cells. He specifically told me to take the potassium at night and the magnesium in the mornings. Of course, he had no "dosing" recommendation for me. I faithfully followed his time table for a couple of years. I discovered recently that most thyroid patients are deficient in magnesium. However, I ran across a study that indicated that magnesium interferes with thyroid medication. And when was I told to take the thyroid meds? Well, in the morning, of course. After researching, I found that I could easily be taking 3-4 times the magnesium I've been taking. So, for now, I've doubled the dose I was taking and moved potassium to the morning and magnesium to night. That should give my body time to actually USE the thyroid meds I'm taking and still allow for the magnesium supplements. I've been doing the daily double dose at night. I am finding I am experiencing much less exhaustion. So far, I don't see an improvement in the way my legs work, but, after the magnesium has a chance to build in my system, that may change. We shall see.............
I worked today. I did get to spend half of my shift in Lumber. When I came back up front, I was assigned to work "in the middle", not down on the register I hate. We were not BUSY, but surprisingly, there was a steady stream of folks at my register. More than I would have expected on Superbowl Sunday. I got off at 1PM so maybe everyone was out taking care of business early in order to leave the afternoon free for football frivolity.