One of the problems with going to a doctor in another country is that they call everything by a different name here. “Kristine, have you ever had glandular fever?” Think, think, think. “Oh, isn’t that what you call mono? No, then I haven’t.” “How about thrush?” “Hmmm… what’s that? Oh! Nooo, I haven’t!” It gets complicated. But eventually I made it through my appointment with the endocrinologist yesterday, only to hear her say that she definitely thinks I’m hypothyroid. I had to go for blood tests and the results won’t be back for a week, but based on my symptoms she’s fairly certain. Hopefully as of next week she can prescribe me some drugs to make me feel better. She laughed as I described huddlling under three blankets next to the Snook, who only sleeps with a sheet. “I’ll have you as warm as him within a few weeks,” she told me. I can’t wait.