It's a Heatwave

 It's so hot outside that I think I could start a fire just by blowing on the wood. Mike is doing the weed trimming and at some point, I must get the grass cutting done. One ponders what one should wear into an inferno. Clothing would be incendiary, but so to is flesh. Anything heavier than a cotton sheet will be heat stroke material. 

I doubt it will be today since it just started raining. So frustrating. My mower blades need changing, but will require someone with more experience and strength than I. I've looked for someone to do such repairs, but the days of shade tree mechanics is pretty much over. Mike called around and found a place that will do it. Now I just have to get it there. 

He finished the trim work, and it rained. So, no yard cutting today. I'll have to get up early tomorrow and do it before the heat gets too bad.  

I started a new anti-inflammatory today. We'll see how it goes. They prescribed one when I started having them not to my file that I'd requested it. I would rather not take these things, but I can't keep going with this level of pain. It's so debilitating. You tire of trying to do things that hurt. 

My goal was to get back to Atlanta in July. Initially, I blocked off the first week, but they've scheduled me to see an Endocrinologist that week. I have a T4 level that is low and, although I suspect steroids caused it, I'll have to have the professional check it.

And that's it for today. I'm better, but drained all the time. Sleep doesn't help. So I just continue to do what I can, when I can.