I feel pretty, oh so pretty...

Woke up this morning with the sun shining in my room and birds singing at my window and feeling unsick and awake and wonderful and alive, just like a Disney princess! (Though there was a naked man in bed next to me, and, as I understand it, they leave those scenes on the cutting room floor.) I came to work this morning smiling and bouncy and in love and happy with the world at large.

Doctor said I'm all cured - cold and infection has left the building. I still have a cough, but that's just leftover phlegm from before (aren't you glad I'm on your friends list?). The only problem is that my thyroid is being a bit inactive, and so I have to take a pill every day for the rest of my life to supplement it. Stupid thyroid. Good news: this hormone does not interfere with those other magical hormones I already take to prevent pregnancy. Is it too early to just get my tubes tied? I can only handle one pill a day, people.

I'm back at work, which is wonderful. I don't do sitting around doing nothing well. I need things to keep me entertained. Along that note, I knit a hat and a scarf. They don't match, and they're both rather large. Yikes. And just in time, too, as it's a lovely 58 degrees today.

Back to work! Life is good.