Zombie-mode

Just when I thought it was safe to take a breath (that I had to schedule just to take) I was wrong. I am in full freak out mode right now. Travis will be home in a week. That means I have a week to finish packing and cleaning and painting and sprucing so we can meet with the Realtor when he is home to get this thing on the market. I have so much to do.

As I mentioned before, I went to my endocrinologist yesterday. He didn't have much to say other than all the labs drawn look really good and that it was time for a new full-body scan. I didn't know I would have to follow the I-131 diet again. That sucks. Nuclear Medicine wanted to schedule my I-131 dose on the 3rd. The very day Travis' plane lands. I simply asked the receptionist if the low dose could potentially be dangerous to him (you know, close contact and all) in the days following my dose. You'd'a thought I asked for a dissertation on the half-life of irradiated iodine and the usefulness of the modern-day Geiger counter. A simple, "Yes," would have been fine, but I guess they are nothing if not thourough. I'll quit griping about that. We got it rescheduled for the week after he leaves again.

What I will gripe about is what I started griping about in the first place. I gotta go on the I-131 diet again. Bleah. It isn't hard, I just can't eat anything packaged other than frozen veggies and one ounce of cheese per day. I have to limit my consumption of meat products and basically work from scratch on everything. I've done it before, I'll get through it this time.

I also have the good fortune of receiving not one, but two doses of Thyrogen (a synthetic drug that stimulates the body into believing it is in hypothyroidism without actually discontinuing thyroid hormone replacement medication which would actually cause hypothyroidism, see?) while I am on the ever-so-cranky-makin' I-131 diet. Yay. So, I'll be sick of life and sick at my stomach and lethargic all at the same time. And all during the first week the house will be on the market. Ah, I am so blessed.

Oh, and did I mention I have three blood draws (ever looked at my veins? I, like, don't have good ones) and two injections within five days? OOOOhhh, and one more, on the last day of the diet and pincushion test, I get to lay completely (like, I'm like, totally dead) still for an hour in the absosmurfly cold Nuclear Medicine department for my scan.

I know it is all for my own good and that I really do need the follow-up tests to ensure that I have no thyroid tissue or cancer regrowth and I am grateful for it. I just really hate having to be a zombie while I am by myself, otherwise proclaiming my ability to do it all on my own. I have good friends and I love them all for what they do and have always done to give me a hand. It is just really freaking hard to ask. I. hate. asking.

Oughta be fun!