A Sleepy Compromise

Saturday night, Phil and I made some Low-Iodine French bread and it ACTUALLY tastes like french bread!  Crazy.  Since I'm only allowed 4 servings of grains per day, I used 3 of them yesterday to have french bread and dip it in balsamic vinegar and olive oil.

It was crazy good.  Almost made me want to cry.

Until it made me want to vomit.

About 10:30 Sunday night, acid reflux was raging war.  I am pretty sure it was the olive oil and whiskey.  Not the best combination.  I didn't go to sleep until after midnight and then woke up every single hour until 6 in the morning, when Phil had the alarm clock going off every 15 minutes until about 7:30.  THEN Phil was downstair wrestling in the kitchen or something.  I don't know but it was loud.  And after his shower, he proceeded to bump into the bed every 2 seconds.

After Phil left, I COULD.NOT.GO.BACK.TO.SLEEP.

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I am tired.  And I decided to use my excellent mood this morning to call the hospital I had my surgery at to discuss the bill and then the hospital I will have my RAI to ask some gentle questions.

It was a resounding success.  Not really.

I confirmed that next week I WILL be headed to "Thyroid Cancer Prison" as I like to call it.  But I also found out that my LID diet can stop about 5 days sooner.  A little give and take.

The idea that I only have 10 days left on this diet makes me want to run through the streets rejoicing.  I probably won't be running though.  I'm too tired.