Graves Disease. Pretty common in women my age. (Edit: Apparently, it's not as common as my doc led me to believe, but oh, well) The Treatment: Nuking my thyroid until it shrivels and dies. Then fake hormones for a lifetime. Whoo hoo! It's really not that bad. I'm glad I know what it is and why I've been feeling like hell for so long.
One good thing about this sickness is I've got a good reason to sit around and do nothing but knit and eat. I've finished one cable sock and I'm almost finished with its mate. The only problem is I now don't like the 1st sock. I was being careful to knit loosely because previous socks had been too tight. Now the cuff looks sloppy to me, so I'm pretty sure I'm gonna frog the first one and reknit it. I'm planning for these to be a gift, so I want them to be really good.
Well, other than that, there's nothing going on. The boys are in Boston now. They'll be home this Sunday. I miss them, but I'm starting to enjoy my alone time.