Yesterday, the reminder came up to check my energy levels, see if the thyroid meds had helped at all.

I find it very ironic that the first of these showed up on a day when I was totally freaking exhausted. Wiped out. No energy at all.

I did not have mild cold symptoms like I generally get with an exhaustion cold. I was just tired, even though I’d slept for 10 hours, which is honestly unheard of for me.

However, last December, when I switched from one thyroid medication to another, I noticed a couple of days of being extremely exhausted as my body adjusted to the new medication.

My hope is that was what happened yesterday – general tiredness caused by new meds. Fingers crossed that that’s the last of it, that starting next week I’ll have more energy.

Yesterday was a hard day. Every little task felt as though it involved pushing rocks up hill. However, it was also a good reminder that I’m more stubborn than the average bear as well. Despite my exhaustion I still wrote 1500 words. I forced myself to focus and get things done. I even adulted and paid taxes.

These things did not come without a cost. Ran out of spoons quickly. Every time I did something, I’d have to take a long break. I also snacked some, more than I should have. (My brain associates food with energy, so my body assumes that if I eat more, I’ll be less tired. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way with the thyroid stuff.)

By the end of the night I was still tired but well enough that I could go on a long walk, trying to get some steps in. Fortunately, I was to the point where the exhaustion was lifting, and I felt better by the time I finished.

Today I’m fine. A little weak due to yesterday, but even that will have vanished by this afternoon or tomorrow. And I get to write this morning. Am still excited about the new novel. Hopefully will manage to get back to my normal word count today.

I have thought some on the new novel, and I’m pleased with what I’ve come up with so far. I still don’t have a good idea of what happens, heaven forbid. I’m really writing this into the dark. I will say that this is one of those deeply personal novels for me, with a tight focus on the main character and only hints of wallpaper and the rest of the planet.

She isn’t out to save the world. No, just herself and her soul.

And I think that’s it for me today. When do you do your plotting sorts of things? I tend to wake up about thirty minutes before I have to get up and I do a lot of thinking at that point. I also find that I do some of my best novel thinking when I’m walking. Got lots of good ideas last night.