I've had a rented copy of Almost Famous sitting in my apartment for a week. It's an overnight rental. The store called about it today. I am too broke to be this lazy.

I finally watched it last night. I'll get to that in a minute. Right now I want to know this: why do I get such awful headaches from watching movies? I've tried turning the lights off, leaving the lights on, moving the television closer, getting my eyes checked, name it and I've tried it and it hasn't changed the outcome. Does this happen to anyone else or is this my unique cross to bear?

Anyway. Almost Famous left me with this warm fuzzy golden glow. Believe the hype. You will love this movie. I spent a few hours trying to write a review, but I can't make it happen. Just rent it. It's so good that I can't stop singing "Tiny Dancer," which is in the soundtrack, despite my general loathing for Elton John.

Yesterday's medical double-header turned out to be a bust. The endocrinologist was from hell. Cursory and dismissive. I felt as though I were back in the office of my last primary care doctor, the one who watched me get sicker for two and a half years and never changed her tune about it being all in my head, even when she was proven wrong.

This guy pissed me off immediately with his casual attitude toward subclinical hypothyroidism, which is what happens when the blood levels are within "normal" range but the patient doesn't feel well. This gray area is, I think, the point of seeing an endocrinologist. "Do you pay more attention to the numbers from the labs or what your patients tell you?" I finally asked, frustrated. I don't remember his answer. By then it didn't matter.

He's not ready yet. I'll have to throw him back.

I fared a little better with the rheumatologist, who agreed with my trainer that my joints are hypermobile. This essentially means that they move beyond a normal range of motion, which is why I'm so flexible. Apparently, just because they can do it doesn't mean they should.

He said I should get off the elliptical trainer and into a swimming pool for workouts. I hate swimming and I can't see myself doing water aerobics with the elderly. He also gave me a bunch of Celebrex, an expensive arthritis medication which is similar to Advil but doesn't have Advil's nasty side effects (like making your stomach bleed). I eat Advil like candy, so I was glad to get the Celebrex, but aside from that I could just as well have stayed home yesterday.

Maybe I'll keep Almost Famous for one more night and watch it again. I could use a little more happiness these days.