Radiation is funny
It may make a cloudy day sunny

So it's official - - - start the remedy, start the engine, momma-look-at-boo-day.
C'mon - you knew it was probable, it's not a rejoice-moment, so nut-up and make the best of it. Think of the results desired::
Wait - I already did this. So to give you the streamlined version, it comes down to 190-95 lbs, able to recall yesterday, and most of all, contributing at the level that produced so many righteous experiences. It begins by defining what you consider the targeted results. You
K N O W what the correct levels of capacity are - - - go there.

Maybe a little about the Synthroid - it does the same as coming out of the reverie when the elevator door opens and instantly you're into the game. That wasn't happening and the 1/2 speed, bogged-down version was worrisome. Now that the truth comes out, the haze has lifted. Now if the 'gasm still reverberates.

From 2014:
Please don't let me become amorphous. I pretend I'm tough and a disease fighter but even a wake up scare made me think of the ride back from the shore in my Quad 4. It's about 120 miles, a combo of two lane and freeway and about 1/3 of the way home my hi-compression 4 cylinder powerplant started to give out. The Check Engine light came on as the exhaust sound went from purr to clank-clank. I saw smoke emanating from the exhaust pipe - deep doo-doo. But did I stop? Did I pull over and lift the hood and check things out? No I kept going at traffic speed and an hour later pulled into the parking lot of the dealer. Engine was replaced under warranty and that engine powered me to Dreamland without even a pipe fart. These withering hands have no warranty but I'm stretching, lifting, carrying and cleaning with them so don't cry for me, Aveno.