Hello!
Rumors of my disappearance were greatly exaggerated. My death has been postponed to an unknown date in the future. And they’re serving spicy tortilla soup in the abyss cafeteria this week, so if you can stand the heat of it, things are looking up from here.
The lowdown is that Nick isn’t just surviving his first weeks of university life, he’s thriving. On Tuesday morning, he called it home. On the one hand, it makes me a little sad that home is so easily redefined, but he feels at home there! He feels at home at his university!
So that realization made my empty-nest syndrome much more tolerable. Plus, I’ve tried to keep a busy schedule and am struggling to learn a bunch of new names and faces at work since school started.
The other thing I did was get my thyroid meds adjusted again and I begin to eat differently.
So, I’ve been thinking a lot about levothyroxin. I take a dose that’s measured in micrograms. A milligram is about the weight of a grain of salt. Think about it. My medicine, the stuff that gets me off the couch, that keeps my sleep regular, that keeps me from drowning in the abyss, is less than a quarter of the size of a grain of salt. Oh, the pills are much bigger than that because they fluff them up with sugar and stuff, but the active ingredient is so tiny it might not register to my fingertip if I rubbed it on top of a smooth surface.
Ah, the wonders of the Internet.
I just found this website that says that we can sense wrinkles as small as 13 nanometers with our fingertips. That’s 1/1000,000th the size of a grain of salt.
How cool is that?
I guess if I lost my levothyroxin on the counter, I would be able to find it with my fingertip. A fingerprint ridge is about half a millimeter. If that grain of salt is a millimeter cubed, then a cube of my medicine would be smaller across one side than the the width of one of the lines in your fingerprint.
That is one wickedly powerful chemical. And I have one wickedly sensitive brain. We all do.
Thank you for listening, jules