Well, That Didn't Last Long

I told myself I was going to update this, what? At least three times a week? I guess now, I'll shoot for a more realistic goal of once a week. I think that will do.

I did my low-iodine diet (longest food-related 2 weeks of my life), and I took the radioactive iodine pill. I feel a little better now, but that could be that doc put me on some heart medicine for my rapid heartbeat and palpitations. The medicine makes me a zombie for the first couple of hours. But at least I'm starting to feel better. I have another appointment with Dr. Pons on October 11th to see if my blood levels (will be by then) are normal. I'm surprised it's supposed to work that fast.

So that's that. In other news, I made an awesome dinner tonight. My first attempt at gravy from scratch and it turned out pretty yummy. Thank GOD I don't have my mother's curse -- she could never make a good batch of gravy to save her life. I also made heavenly dinner rolls. --> These: will rock your socks off. I never knew I could be so awesome at baking. I've always been a decent cook, but I could never get the baking goods right for the longest time. I'm glad things turned around for me as far as that goes :-)

What else? I've begun (again) the hellish task of applying for employment. I had an interview with Walgreens last Thursday. The dude said he'd call either way in a few days to let me know. It's been almost a week -- typical guy; didn't call like he said he would.

Whatev. I didn't really want that one anyway. I have my eyes set on Hobby Lobby. My husband works with the regional manager's husband so he's gonna put in a word for me to his wife and she's going to have the manager have a look at my application. Hopefully they hire me. They're closed on Sundays and close by 5:30 on all non-major holidays, and are closed on Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. I could totally rock that job. Not that I really want one to begin with -- I was always going to be the homemaker and writer, but hubby thinks we need more money, so this is my way of compromising -- getting a part-time job instead of being a full-blown, full time career wife.

Hopefully I can still do everything I like to do at the house (I'm a clean freak), work at a part-time job, take proper care of the puppy, and continue writing without becoming so exhausted/stressed out that I have a heart attack at 30. *crosses fingers*

Tomorrow: skating with the sister thanks to this BEAUTIFUL weather we're finally having. Though, I hear it's going to be back up in the upper 90s by the end of the week -- boo.