Good news from the doctor

Good news from the doctor today. My wife, Holly, was found to have low TSH levels in her last checkup, so they did some more tests. Low TSH levels generally indicate hyperthyroidism, a condition in which one is gaunt, nervous, with their body's clock running too fast. My wife is none of those things, so we were a bit concerned about other possibilities, and problems with her pituitary gland. After a battery of bloodtests and scans last week, we found out today that she just has subclinical hyperthyroidism. Basically, her thyroid is outputting normal amounts of the T3 and T4 hormones, though her pituitary isn't sending it the right signals to do so. Nothing really wrong with her, no symptoms, and so there's nothing to fix, they just monitor the levels, in case the body's clock speeds up later and full-blown hyperthyroidism takes hold.

I made the same diagnosis while reading through the various pamphlets as we waited for the doctor to appear, I wonder if I can send her HMO a bill? :)

I'm going to give a

I'm going to give a brief testimonial about BadCopy Pro. I tried this application today for the first time, and it works great. I saved Laurel's bacon after the disk containing her one and only copy of her multi-page paper "went bad". It was giving me the usual "Do you want to format this disk?" error, and all hope appeared loss. I found BadCopy via a Google search, tried the free trial version, which said it could recover her data, and $40 later, she had her paper back! Forty bucks might be a lot to recover one individual disk or file, but I have so many bad floppies reported to me that it's a good use of the taxpayers' dollars.

Argh! It was extremely windy

Argh! It was extremely windy here today, and we came home tonight to find that our screen door took such a beating from the wind that the hydraulic hinge came apart, then the door apparently slammed back and forth against the front door, driving the remnants of said hinge into the wood of the front door over and over and over. Now I need TWO new doors on the house. Secretly, I blame the paperboy who comes in the afternoon, but I don't see how I'd ever prove that.