"Right now I'm wracking my brain for a post for tomorrow."
I typed those words in an email to my darling friend Fran of Sacred Ordinary who some of y'all might know (and the rest of you should) and she suggested I write about my day. The more I thought about it, the better I liked the idea because I already had a paragraph from my email to her and the light bulb in my brain lit up as I remembered that I'd also written about it over at Virginia DeBolt's First 50 where I go (and you can, too!) for writing practice.
I had to be at the hospital bright and cold and early this morning for blood work (The itsy bitsy vampire in the lab was craving A- again!) and a thyroid scan. I was on a fast for the blood test and crabby after twelve hours with only water and black coffee for sustenance. I stopped at the doughnut shop and picked up a couple to nosh after the blood work. It turned out I didn’t have time for that because they took too long at the lab and I had to rush downstairs to Nuclear Medicine to take my pill before the scan. After I took it, the nurse told me I couldn’t eat for another hour (yikes!) and that they would see me at one o’clock when I returned for the x-rays. I was not happy. I was hungry. I dragged myself shopping for an hour to take my mind off food and picked up a few things I needed and then stopped at Pete’s and any concerns for my cholesterol level got tossed out the window as I ordered the Farmer’s Breakfast: two eggs, two sausage patties, two dinner plate-sized pancakes with butter and maple syrup, hash browns and toast (with grape jelly, of course). Did I eat all that? You bet your sweet bippy I did!!! That’ll teach ‘em to starve me!!!! LOL
I went back to the hospital at one like a good girl and went through the tests. I am now radioactive. I even have a card to prove it and I'm to carry it with me until Groundhog's Day. It reads:
Rad: I-123 Caps
Dose: 284.000uCi@01-26-09 08:58
The carrier of this card has undergone a nuclear procedure.
The residual radiation may be detectable externally.
I'm threatening to go out to the airport and see how many bells and whistles I can set a-jangling. I think it would be kind of fun -- nothing exciting ever happens at our airport. However, I really don't want to get up close and personal with those bozos from Homeland Security who aren't known for their sense of humor.
Instead, like the good girl I try to be, I went home. An old flame called to say he's going to be in town and asked if I'd have dinner with him later this week. I said yes because he always takes me places that don't fit my budget and we're still friends.
This isn't the first time I've had this test. I have nodules on my thyroid and they cause hyperthyroidism and it's time to decide what to do about them. The options are either more radioactive iodine or surgery. I'm praying for the former. I have a thing about surgery.
Now I need to get to bed early because I have to be at the hospital at 8:30 AM to finish my thyroid test. If I remember correctly, it will be more x-rays. The good news is I'm not on a fast. I can't get the habit of Pete's fabulous Farmer's Breakfasts or Doc Smith will throw a hissy fit and I'll gain a jeans size or two and we can't have that, can we?