Okay! Ol' Maebeuelah didn't take my money. Her granddaughter did. It's okay, though. I relayed the information I gleaned by utilizing my super investigative powers to one of my officers. He decided to take it up as a personal mission to get her, as she already had a warrant out for her arrest. She's currently enjoying the hospitality of our jail.
Moving on. My doctor's appointment didn't go so swell. He decided to stab me and steal my blood so he could check it. The good news is that I'm not diabetic, I don't suffer from hypertension/high blood pressure, and my cholesterol is good. The bad news? Well, my thyroid gland isn't functioning properly and if we don't fix it now, bad things will happen. I will gain massive amounts of weight. I'll become even more forgetful. I will battle depression. My skin will dry out. My hair will become brittle and dry. There's quite a bit more, but I don't really feel like dwelling on all the icky stuff that could happen.
Being that I always feel more in control when I have a plan, I did a bit of research on the matter. I've compiled a list of things to discuss with my doctor. I'd like to see if my ideas will be feasible and beneficial. I figure if we start working on it now, we can head it off before it becomes a problem.
