Brrrr....

It's not even winter yet, but I'm still cold all the damned time. It's not that four years of Georgia and Iraq have spoiled me, my superior Northern heritage is surely stronger than that. I suspect the real problem is that I'm not taking enough thyroid pills. The VA has me scheduled for an appointment the day before Thanksgiving, when they shall surely drain some of my life's blood and subject it to arcane scrying, which the Medical Sages shall use as an omen for which pills to give me. But who knows how long this mystical "Blood Work" (sounds very Crowleyan, doesn't it?) will actually take? Even after they give me bigger pills, will my body's heat control mechanisms ever be up to the task of surviving a northern winter again? Will I have to move to the Great Dismal Wastes of the South, for sheer self preservation? I don't _wanna_ become a southerner!!! :-(