Redesign!
written on Thursday 14 July 2011 and filed under [design] [thyroid]
It's a weird do, having a faulty thyroid. I'm on 100mg of thyroxine a day, which keeps me going (without thyroxine, you slow to a stupid stop mentally, your eyebrows and random patches of hair fall out and you balloon in weight no matter what you do or don't eat) but artificial, fixed supplies of something my body should be naturally producing the odd squirt of now and again is clearly a poor compromise.
This means I have thyroid "highs" and thyroid "lows" - days or weeks when I have no energy and just want to sleep 24/7, unable to think in complete sentences and days or weeks when I'm on FIRE with energy and my brain is sparking like a Van der Graaff generator. Most of the time, it's in between - you know, normal and that.
What you don't get is any clue that you're about to become inert nor that you have a surfeit of ert around the corner. I go to bed 'normal' on night and wake up on fire in the morning. Or barely manage to wake up at all. And you don't know that you're not at 'normal' levels of Thyroid Stimulating Hormone because you're either suddenly to tired and thick to notice or you've got far too much to do to think about such things and you must get on and ooh look a butterfly I think I'll run after it.
I've been "normal" of late. Then, last night in bed, my brain resolutely refused to switch off. Oh, I slept, but I slept with a series of manically busy dreams, all of them detailed and important-feeling. Welcome to a couple of days of thyroid "high"! Yay! I'm going to lose weight no matter what I eat and irritate the ball and chain by being chirpy at odd hours and not shutting the fuck up and such. As a side benefit, I really, really get things done, especially things that interest my brain. The brain in question took time out of the busy night's dreaming last night to come up with this design. Isn't it a hoot? And I actually dreamed the bugger! I'm still a talentless freak when it comes to coding HTML and CSS (as Bods will wearily agree, although he'll benefit as I should finally be able to get off my arse and do some Transdiffusion work) but when my brain is on fire in this way, I'm a miracle of dexterity at The Gimp.
What exactly a 1940s-ish design has to do with a blog that consists of YouTube videos of trains, political rants and lots of unnecessary swearing isn't clear, but I'm not going to let that bother me and neither should you. Welcome to my new-look blog. I'm now going to eat a pizza the size of a manhole cover and yet lose half a stone. I wonder if your evening will be similar?

