Yesterday I went to the doctor for my “final” appointment. I had taken (yet another) blood test on Tuesday to check my thyroid hormone levels. After waiting for an hour the doctor finally came in and asked me why I was there. After explaining my case again… and explaining that HE had wanted me to take the test again we determined that the lab had never sent the results. So – more waiting while the office called the lab and had the results faxed. My TSH level was 10 point something – well into the normal range (in fact higher than I’ve tested in my adult life I think). This lead the doctor to proclaim “well, you’re perfectly normal. I’d say you can test it again in six months if you want, but otherwise, you’re perfectly healthy.” So after all the drama of the last six months I’m back to normal body-wise.
Normally on Thursday nights I’d either be bouldering, playing racquetball or playing music. This Thursday though I went with Victor and some friends to Harvelle’s in Santa Monica to see Maetar. They turned out to be more of a “stoner” band than I thought (complete with a greatful dead t-shirt), but they had some really talented musicians. There was a song that utilized an electric violinist who quickly became apparent talented enough to hold her own on any stage anywhere in the world. One of the two frontmen of the band couldn’t decide from time to time whether to use a conch, trumpet, oboe or even a shofar. The show went until 1am, but being working stiffs Victor and I headed back up to the valley around 11.
Last night was also significant in that it was the first time I’d seen my friend Cindy in 2008, which was my fault and she wouldn’t let me forget it. Turns out that Cindy loves to climb as well and even has equipment – so I may hike that massive wall in Malibu before too long. Oh – and it is her birthday today – so Happy Birthday, Cindy.
Earlier this week I decided to catch up with another old friend that I’d also neglected in my “blue” period. I bought a round-trip ticket to San Antonio for the first weekend of September. Just happens to be my best buddy’s 27th birthday and I haven’t even seen him in two years.
