I hate cleaning my hairbrush

I really do have more intelligent things to say than I'm tired, but that is about all I can come up with at the moment. Lately I've been stopping and thinking, was I better off not knowing why I was so tired all of the time and why my hair was falling out? No, in the long run it's better that I know, but in the short run, it's so annoying. I really hate it all. I was on 100mcg and now 88mcg and honestly, I don't notice any difference! I probably could have napped 3xs today. I settled for only 2. I just need to go to bed. But the problem is, when it's bed time, I can't fall asleep. That would lead one to believe that I was still on too much.
I need a new doctor.
I have two I want to call, I just forget to call. One supposedly is holistic. Doctors are too one sided. They just want to "fix" the problem, but their fixing sometimes is a bandaid. I want a cure. Not a bandaid.
I have many posts floating in my head, but when I sit down, I'm too tired to think about it.
I will soon blog about Isaiah and Israel and how freaky it is that the pages of Isaiah is almost like holding up a mirror to the world's present state. But here is a preview -
The LORD is with you when you are with him. If you seek him, he will be found by you, but if you forsake him, he will forsake you. 2 Chron. 15:2