Things are better for me the past day or two. except for the fools across the street with the fireworks. I know I can be a major kvetch, but the nausea after only a few months of "Wow, glad that thyroid thing is over," does seem on the mean side, especially since I can't do what Archie Bunker wanted and "Change...change right now!" and I can't move around and don't know how long the shit's gonna take--Generally, I'm not on the winning side of (shrug) "It's different for everyone," and, bloodwork aside, that thyroid thing took the better part of an entire *year* to even sort of get right, even without me not being thrilled to go from social status as Squeaky-Voiced Teen to getting to finish up as Seymour's mother.