The thyroid results are that I have "small nodules" all over, but none look dangerous, i.e., requiring a biopsy. My thyroid panel was "normal", but clearly my symptoms are showing something is up, so I have an appointment with an endocrinologist in April.
I prefer to think of it as my thyroid is branching off little pieces of itself, in an attempt to build an entire army of attack laurels who will then rule the earth in a benevolent (but extremely authentic) dictatorship.
Which puts me in mind of my oriental lilies. They did not perform well last year, so I pulled them out and put them in a trash pot that I meant to compost, but was lazy and forgot, so they sat in a corner all winter. As I was tending to my pots (they're looking all perked up and lovely) on the patio, I noticed that suddenly the lilies have decided to grow in great profusion, putting off little nodules (okay, technically they're called corms) of themselves. So I put them into one of my patio pots so they can take over that. I'm rather pleased with them; they were so disappointing last year I thought I'd bought a bum batch, but now it seems they were just biding their time. Hopefully I'll get a nice display this year.
My Knockout rose, despite benign neglect (I forgot to prune it), is happily putting out buds, so that will be nice soon. And my vine that is being trained over the pergola, which I cannot for the life of me remember the name of, is putting out beautiful little white flowers that start out looking like pods, then burst open and fill the air with fragrance.
And my baby vultures will be hatching soon. I can't wait. What matters a lumpy thyroid when Spring is so lovely?