I read that to adminster the radioactive iodine they cover everything in the room in plastic, bring in an egg shaped container, open it and put the pill in my mouth with tongs. And then run! I am hoping they don't make me laugh too hard and I have to spit it out.. I just imagine this guy in a space like suit and all I see is a@# and elbows as he escapes from the room. Of course I have had worse experiences when I was dating. I hope he doesn't scream too or I will be gone the whole day laughing.
Today I miss ketchup, sour cream and sweet & sour sauce. The baked sweet potato chips were crunchy but not Lays.. I could eat just one.
I hope they call tomorrow with the final dates written in stone for me, I just want this over with and a big fat elephant ear from the Apple fest where my husband is going to enter the pie eating contest. Stupid people, he really loves pie!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Fast food is killing me
Further proof they put something in fast food... I am craving it and I would kill, yes, literally kill for some mayo. Some guy that went thru this posted his diet with a ham sandwich and doritos that he was eating. I have so much more control than that,, it's a wonder I am fat. Especially when you go on a diet like Adkins (been there, done that, lost 12 pounds in 14 days and ate a piece of bread and gained it all back in 20 minutes and please, I do not lie)
New questions about this quest.. will I contaminate my mascara? I do not get the mail without mascara... my only vanity.. that would be the thing I would take on Survivor...let the bugs eat me and my teeth be gross because a twig is not a toothbrush but my closeups will show mascara.. I always wondered if it would be waterproof or not... Never mind people would see me on national t.v. in a bathing suit..They would just be watching me thinking, "Maybe it's Maybelline."
Today I am just tired! Even p.m. pills don't help the sleep. I wake up all night and toss and turn..I think it is the lack of mayonaise.
And I gotta tell you, three years ago I told my Mom I felt like I had a lump in my throat and did I go to the doctor like she said? No, and now I am so sad I can't have her with me for this hot, sick mess. It is unbeleiveable how bad you can miss one person.. all the time. ( I don't care where you are with people.. spend time with them and love them because someday your heart will be torn out)
New questions about this quest.. will I contaminate my mascara? I do not get the mail without mascara... my only vanity.. that would be the thing I would take on Survivor...let the bugs eat me and my teeth be gross because a twig is not a toothbrush but my closeups will show mascara.. I always wondered if it would be waterproof or not... Never mind people would see me on national t.v. in a bathing suit..They would just be watching me thinking, "Maybe it's Maybelline."
Today I am just tired! Even p.m. pills don't help the sleep. I wake up all night and toss and turn..I think it is the lack of mayonaise.
And I gotta tell you, three years ago I told my Mom I felt like I had a lump in my throat and did I go to the doctor like she said? No, and now I am so sad I can't have her with me for this hot, sick mess. It is unbeleiveable how bad you can miss one person.. all the time. ( I don't care where you are with people.. spend time with them and love them because someday your heart will be torn out)
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Gary Goes
So, Gary is gone and he has left a nasty little cancer behind for me. (Kinda like a date with a whore)
Now, I meet another Doctor who deals with radioactive iodine. (Really, who was the first person to take radioactive anything and expect to be okay? Like the first fool to eat shell fish, have you really looked at shrimp or lobster? Gross! but hey, delicious)
So here's the deal, I go off the thyroid medince, starve my body for iodine for a couple weeks by going on the diet from salt & dairy hell and then they give me a little radioactive iodine, scan me and then decide how much to blast me with to kill wherever it has gone because only your thyroid sucks up iodine and only the cancer cells will suck this up.
I have been on the diet one week tomorrow. Like any diet the minute they say you can't have ...I want that thing the worst.
So I am in a thyroid Neverland.. I am foggy and eating fresh fruits & veggies which is ok but salad dressings are limited so I am dying to open a bottle of dressing and jug it like a college drunk standing on my head with a tube..whoo hoo Party at my place!!Ranch on tap! Shots of Catalina! It is just sad.
I am off to have blood work on Monday morning and then the scan on Wed. and the big Kahuna Iodine on Thursday.
My biggest worry? Those hospital surgery beds are narrow as is this scan bed.. I hope I don't fall off.
Biggest thing I am mad about? I can no longer yell very well and I wanted to sound like Jessica Rabbit with Gary gone but to me I sound like that Marlboro cowboy who smoked himself to death. And a zipper tattoo over my scar would not look good on my job without the added zipper tab being pierced in the end and that would hurt!!
Now, I meet another Doctor who deals with radioactive iodine. (Really, who was the first person to take radioactive anything and expect to be okay? Like the first fool to eat shell fish, have you really looked at shrimp or lobster? Gross! but hey, delicious)
So here's the deal, I go off the thyroid medince, starve my body for iodine for a couple weeks by going on the diet from salt & dairy hell and then they give me a little radioactive iodine, scan me and then decide how much to blast me with to kill wherever it has gone because only your thyroid sucks up iodine and only the cancer cells will suck this up.
I have been on the diet one week tomorrow. Like any diet the minute they say you can't have ...I want that thing the worst.
So I am in a thyroid Neverland.. I am foggy and eating fresh fruits & veggies which is ok but salad dressings are limited so I am dying to open a bottle of dressing and jug it like a college drunk standing on my head with a tube..whoo hoo Party at my place!!Ranch on tap! Shots of Catalina! It is just sad.
I am off to have blood work on Monday morning and then the scan on Wed. and the big Kahuna Iodine on Thursday.
My biggest worry? Those hospital surgery beds are narrow as is this scan bed.. I hope I don't fall off.
Biggest thing I am mad about? I can no longer yell very well and I wanted to sound like Jessica Rabbit with Gary gone but to me I sound like that Marlboro cowboy who smoked himself to death. And a zipper tattoo over my scar would not look good on my job without the added zipper tab being pierced in the end and that would hurt!!
You asked for it
Here's the deal;
I use facebook and my e-mail to update people on my crazy life and for some reason they are so entertained by this madness they asked me to blog about my experiences so I thought, why not?
I was surprised that even being computer stupid does not exclude you from these adventures so here I am.
My latest fun has been being diagnosed with thyroid cancer which I am sure some people will find it appalling that I can write with humor about this or even think it is any where near funny. It is not but my other choice is to crumble but I choose to STAND.
This all started with a plugged up ear and on the second Dr. visit he felt my neck and said, "I think you have a goiter." which he was very excited about as it was his second goiter that week.
So after looking and feeling my neck I figured I did indeed have a goiter and it was pretty big.. I am a big girl, anybody else would have been tipped over by the size of this thing but I just thought I had a thick neck to match my middle.
So from there I am sent for a mamogram (Oh, I hadn't had one of those in a couple ofyears so why not cover all my lumps & bump?) First for an ultrasound on my neck which now felt to me like I had a basketball in there...How did I not notice this huge thing?
From there I was headed to an endrocronologist who did her own ultrasound and looked at me from her size 0 pants and asked if I had a weight problem or ever struggled with my weight... HELLO! I just splayed out my hands to which she nodded her head and sent me for an esphagus swallow test and a cat scan on my neck. Everyone was impressed with the size of my goiter. I named him Gary.
So next to the surgeon who felt Gary one time and said, "Wow, this is huge, it's going into your collarbone..." It is worrisome to see so many people get excited about Gary. I think he is now a celebrity in the medical field here locally. Yeah, he says, Gary has to go.
In the mean-time my mammy did not go well. Just as I am sitting there thinking about great that I have only had to deal with women during this experience I am told the Doctor sees something and would like an ultrasound on my breast. MMM, the doctor is MALE! So, that was embarrassing and they still keep my top half naked.
One more test and this time they head me back to a bed with a hole in it that I use a step stool to get on and drop the offending boob into the rabbit hole for another look see. Yeah, they think I will have to have a needle biopsy. I got the golden ticket to come back for that bad boy in between the goiter fun.
The good news is after another trip into the bizarre udder machine they can't find the strange spot and I am cleared on the needle biopsy.(and men have to bend over a cough? Give me a break.)
So Gary was evicted from my neck on August 12, 2009. He went without a fight & it was a nice overnight stay in the hospital. A week later I get the call that I have thyroid cancer. Let the games begin.. just when I thought I was at least at the half time show.
I use facebook and my e-mail to update people on my crazy life and for some reason they are so entertained by this madness they asked me to blog about my experiences so I thought, why not?
I was surprised that even being computer stupid does not exclude you from these adventures so here I am.
My latest fun has been being diagnosed with thyroid cancer which I am sure some people will find it appalling that I can write with humor about this or even think it is any where near funny. It is not but my other choice is to crumble but I choose to STAND.
This all started with a plugged up ear and on the second Dr. visit he felt my neck and said, "I think you have a goiter." which he was very excited about as it was his second goiter that week.
So after looking and feeling my neck I figured I did indeed have a goiter and it was pretty big.. I am a big girl, anybody else would have been tipped over by the size of this thing but I just thought I had a thick neck to match my middle.
So from there I am sent for a mamogram (Oh, I hadn't had one of those in a couple ofyears so why not cover all my lumps & bump?) First for an ultrasound on my neck which now felt to me like I had a basketball in there...How did I not notice this huge thing?
From there I was headed to an endrocronologist who did her own ultrasound and looked at me from her size 0 pants and asked if I had a weight problem or ever struggled with my weight... HELLO! I just splayed out my hands to which she nodded her head and sent me for an esphagus swallow test and a cat scan on my neck. Everyone was impressed with the size of my goiter. I named him Gary.
So next to the surgeon who felt Gary one time and said, "Wow, this is huge, it's going into your collarbone..." It is worrisome to see so many people get excited about Gary. I think he is now a celebrity in the medical field here locally. Yeah, he says, Gary has to go.
In the mean-time my mammy did not go well. Just as I am sitting there thinking about great that I have only had to deal with women during this experience I am told the Doctor sees something and would like an ultrasound on my breast. MMM, the doctor is MALE! So, that was embarrassing and they still keep my top half naked.
One more test and this time they head me back to a bed with a hole in it that I use a step stool to get on and drop the offending boob into the rabbit hole for another look see. Yeah, they think I will have to have a needle biopsy. I got the golden ticket to come back for that bad boy in between the goiter fun.
The good news is after another trip into the bizarre udder machine they can't find the strange spot and I am cleared on the needle biopsy.(and men have to bend over a cough? Give me a break.)
So Gary was evicted from my neck on August 12, 2009. He went without a fight & it was a nice overnight stay in the hospital. A week later I get the call that I have thyroid cancer. Let the games begin.. just when I thought I was at least at the half time show.
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