Where is this weather coming from?

I mean, one cannot complain about the rain, but why does it come with crazy wind? On Monday a tree in our front garden blew down. At least it was already dead, so it saved us the effort of digging it out (but not poor Andy the job of sawing it up). And today I went for a walk at lunchtime and it started off raining like mad and then within two minutes was sunny.

It occurred to me today that I had completely neglected to notice late last year when the tenth anniversary of my being diagnosed with Hashimoto's Disease. I can't even remember if it was before or after my birthday, only that it was some time around then. And I guess that's pretty representative of my attitude to it lately. I had a couple of interesting years out of it after I was first diagnosed, but it stabilised after I had Liam. So, except for being dependant on a medication that requires fairly constant refrigeration (no moving to the wilds of deepest Africa for me), it's not much of a trial. Sometimes it bites that I've already been living for ten years with a disease most people don't get until they're 50 but frankly I think I've lucked out as far as auto-immune diseases go.

Although I did have a freaky moment the other day. I was wondering about my kids and whether I would have ended up having them at the same age if I'd gotten a job sooner (instead of the two arriving pretty much at the same time). It occurred to me that if I'd moved to Canberra a few years earlier then I would have missed out on the Hawaiian flu that Andy caught from a workmate and gave to me, and that triggered the Hashimoto's. The idea really wierded me out, for some reason, as if I'd been assuming that having this illness was somehow inevitable for me. It never occurred to me before that I could have avoided the whole thing.