Seriously, it sounds like a freakin’ war zone out there – people all over the neighborhood shooting off fireworks, and not the pretty, sparkly ones – it’s still light out. No, they like the loud booms, crackles, and thuds echoing throughout the city. Thankfully, we live near the fire station – you can bet they have their hands full today. But that just adds to the war-like ambiance. I know, bah humbug, but is that what the Fourth of July is all about – drinking beer and playing with explosives?
Maybe if I were younger, or had more energy, I’d be joining them, but that’s another story (see below).
Poor Ben, this is his least favorite holiday (he prefers Groundhog’s Day) – he hates all these loud noises. The only good thing is that I think he’s finally getting desensitized – since it’s been going on all week, he’s kind of getting used to it. The big bangs still make him jump and start shaking until he chatters; I can’t blame him, they startle me sometimes too.
The biopsy of my thyroid showed a tiny malignant tumor in my thyroid. While not uncommon, it’s news that’s hard to hear. Just to be on the safe side, she wants to do a quick radiation treatment which consists of a single dose in the form of a pill. The bad news is, I have to be off the synthroid for at least two weeks before I can take the pill, otherwise it won’t work. Synthroid is a synthetic thyroid medication that allows my metabolism to function properly. I have no thyroid, if I’m not taking synthroid, my metabolism slows way down. I get very tired and lethargic; I gain weight and have all the symptoms of depression. I don’t process food well. I feel generally shitty. I’m in starting the second week with no synthroid, at the end of which I will get a blood test and if the synthroid is out of my system, I can take the pill, if not, I wait another week, take another blood test, and hopefully then take the pill. I’m hoping beyond hope that it’s only going to take another week. I find myself staring at the wall, not thinking about anything. My brain is very fuzzy and I can’t stay up later than 9:00pm, sometimes more like 7:30pm or 8:00pm.
The worst is the lethargy – somewhere deep in the back of my brain, I want to get up and do something, but I just don’t have the gumption. I know that this will end when I get back on my synthroid, and it’s a great motivator for not forgetting for refill my prescription ever.
Out of curiosity, I did a little searching:
Kansas City, MO: It is unlawful for any person to possess, sell or explode any fireworks in the city. There are certain exemptions which pertain only to fireworks industry professionals.
The above statement was found here. Yet, I’ve seen cops and firetrucks both drive through the area and ignore the fireworks. I hate to sound like a grumpy old man, and I’m sure ya’ll will let me know what you think, but it’s annoying. It’s getting worse out there. It’s a constant crackleboomthud. it’s almost sounds like a thunderstorm with basketball sized hail and steady thunder.
Okay, I’ll stop complaining now.