I slept almost 12 hours, and woke up with a nasty caffeine headache. That's what I get for having diet creme soda instead of my usual diet cola! Or maybe for sleeping in so late, but I really needed it.

I wanted to clean the bathroom, using all the horrid chemicals I haven't used since the kittens came, so I let them out and took to the shower with the mildew-melter, and got the tracked kitty litter out of the tub, and had a grand old time in general, getting a little woozy myself with the stuff, and keeping my arm and shoulder OK. Then I went to let the kids in. They were at the back fence. When I opened the door, they came a-running, a kitten stampede.

Rich had his big test today, and what do you know, he has hyperthyroidism, also known as Grave's Disease. As I wrote the family:

Dad had his big day with Nuclear medicine, so the hyperthyroid
diagnosis is confirmed, and he got the information.  Suddenly, he
panicked about his choices, had to ask me, and I helped him decide that
the killer pill was what he wants, not some lesser pills that have
side effects, don't work as often, and don't start working till a few
more weeks have gone.  He didn't want to kill off the thyroid, but we
know lots of people who have done this and feel fine now.

What really got him going, though, was the EKG, he was fibrillating, so
now he also has Digoxin (he's just repeating all my Mom's meds!)  This
should be better once his thyroid is under control, too.  In fact, if
they had been prompter with all this stuff, it's possible his heart
wouldn't have started acting up.

And they just keep it up... he called the endocrinologist once he'd
decided, and never got a call back.  These people are due a nasty
letter, when they've finally fixed him up.

So he didn't feel good enough to go to the Foothills and look for meteor
showers.  I'm really disappointed.  Not that I've spotted any down here,
and the skies are clear.  Leonids-Schmeonids.

When he tried to call the endocrinologist to tell him his decision (he thought this would take some time, I just said "bite the bullet") the guy was out of the office and never called back. Hence, this joke from the Thyroid Home Page:
Two women were walking down the street and a talking frog said, "Kiss me and I'll turn into an endocrinologist." One of the women scooped up the frog and and put him in her shopping bag. The other women said, "Aren't you going to kiss him?" Her friend replied, " Hell, no. A talking frog will talk to me more than my endocrinologist!"(Dr. Nancy Patterson).

As for the meteor shower: Pah. Leonids-Shmeonids. I don't know anyone around here who saw any. There was supposedly a fireball that Vince might have seen, but nothing exciting here. 33 years ago, we were in Tampa with a newborn. I remember Florida, and I doubt very much we could have seen the stars at all. Hopefully I'll be able to insist on seeing them in 33 years! I told Rich next time he won't stop me, and he suggested that next time he might be dead, and I said "then you won't stop me!" Such a nice supportive wife, I am.