So.Freakin.Bored.

That's right. I have reached the end the internet. There is nothing left to see. I have been watching the worst television ever. I even watched a show called Crime Scene Cleaners. Gross. I guess I could read? Or do some work?

If you were on lock down, blog readers, what would you do to pass the time??

363 days

Until we can try to have a baby.

Wednesday it was confirmed by the Endo and the Nuclear Med peeps that we have to wait a full year until we can safely have a baby. And honestly, after seeing all the precautions and how seriously this is taken by the hospital staff, I'm not sure I would feel ok with anything less.

So I'm back on birth control. How did I get all the way back here??

I'm *GLOWING*

Not too much, but still glowy :)

I survived radiation iodine. And it's all finished. I wish I could have written stuff down while I was in there, but I couldn't take anything out with me cause of the contamination so that was a no go.

But let me describe a bit. I had my I-123 full body scan Wednesday morning. They gave me a small dose of radiation on Tuesday and then I returned to see where the "uptake" occurred. This would essentially determine if the cancer had spread anywhere else and help them determine the treatment dose for Wednesday afternoon. I got the results immediately after the scan and everything looked clear- especially the lungs and neck which was great news! No more cancer!

So I waited around for them to get the dose of I-131 (treatment dose) in house. I was admitted around 1:30pm and taken to my room. It was a pretty standard hospital room except EVERYTHING was covered in plastic or some disposable coverings. The phone, the door handles, the remote control, the ENTIRE floor- everything covered. Gloves taped to the walls everywhere in case I would need to touch anything that was not covered. The radiation safety guy came in to quiz me and make sure I understood all the rules and safety precautions. Lots of rules. I thought they were a bit of overkill before, but seeing all the paperwork and how seriously they take everything at the hospital, I guess I realized it wasn't anything to mess around with. So I signed my life away and pinkie swore that I won't make out with anyone or serve anyone food for 7 days (14 for kids). They came up with the pill in a lead box. I took it and they left me alone.

I fasted for two hours and then they brought me dinner. I ate and the showering started. In order for the radiation to leave your body- it comes out of your pours, your bladder, any bodily fluids. So all night long- starting at about 6pm- I showered every two hours. You drink, you eat lemon flavored candy (to produce extra saliva), and you shower. My hair is like straw. Sleeping with wet hair is not fun. Plus the air conditioning was making it FREEZING in my room. So I'm pretty tired today.

So when I took the pill, they measured my radiation levels and I was at a 25. I have no idea what that means, they just told me that before I could leave- I had to be at a 14. The more you drink (and pee, really...) the faster you get ride of the bad stuff. This morning when they checked me, I was at a 4.5. I was cleared to go home!

So now I'm at home, tucked away in my upstairs nook. I've already had some cheese and have enjoyed every.single.bite. Nothing left to do now, but wait it out. Lockdown ends in 7 days and I finally get my life back.

PS- if you read all that, you get a delish snack full of iodine.

Sometimes men SUCK.

If we ever get divorced, instead of "irreconcilable differences" it will be because of Play Station 3. Ever since we have acquired a PS3, DH has spent a *serious* quantity of time playing Fall Out Vegas. I seriously could shoot myself.

Meanwhile I've been cooking and cleaning and doing laundry. Others have offered to make dinner, but JC? Not even once. No help with laundry. No help with grocery shopping. Tonight I asked him if he had called the RE or the Uro to make appointments (ya know...try to follow up on the zero sperm issue) and did he do that? Um, nope. Seriously. PISSED.

I am his wife. Not his mother. I feel like I have to tell him he's not allowed to play with his toys until all the chores are done. And now I'm going to be in the hospital tomorrow and we're barely speaking.

STOP SUCKING HUSBAND.

Thyrogen Shot #2

No crying today...well not yet at least. A wicked headache again, but it went away a bit faster. I didn't even get lost coming out of DC. (pats self on the back)

And then I went grocery shopping. And I bought an OBSCENE amount of cheese. Cream cheese, mac and cheese, cheese-its. If it's cheesy- I bought it.

I have dreams of an Iodine filled Thursday.

Thyrogen Shot #1

Sucked.

Ok so the shot itself, while an intramuscular injection, was totally painless. About an hour after I got the shot, I had a HORRID headache. And just didn't feel right. Not really sick to my stomach or dizzy, but just off. I decided after getting the shot, that I would come back to work. Big mistake. I couldn't concentrate and ended up crying in my cube. I hate crying at work.

I'll be going home after tomorrow's shot.