Well, I survived the administration of I-131 and three days of hospital isolation. Got home yesterday evening, and today marks my first full day of in-home isolation. It's good to be home.
Mom and dad showed up yesterday and have Little Monster well in-hand, so that's one less thing for DH and I to stress over. I'm eternally grateful for my parents.
To avoid contaminating my phone, or at least to minimize it, I'm typing through a plastic bag, so please forgive any typos, and know that I'm still reading a lot here, though I may respond infrequently. LOL.
My reading on the Geiger counter when I left the hospital yesterday was 1.2, which, if I understand correctly, means that someone within a meter of me would get a dose of 1.2 milirem an hour, when background is something like 0.7, so I'm eliminating excess from my system fairly quickly, and am low-risk for being dangerous, so that's good. I go for a whole body scan on Monday, to find out where/how much uptake there has been to any cancer cells. I'm hoping for good uptake where we would expect to find it. Fingers crossed. Depending on what the doctor says Monday, I might only have to do five days of home isolation instead of the seven? Maybe? I just wanna get back to normal.
The nurses at the hospital were generally great, but the food service was one of the worst I've ever experienced. No matter how many times they were told, they kept treating "low iodine" as "low sodium" and they are SO NOT THE SAME. This meant they kept sending me bland crap with inappropriate substitutions and omissions, despite numerous phone calls and messages telling them otherwise. And, everything that was supposed to be hot arrived cold, while the stuff that should have been cold arrived lukewarm. Warm cottage cheese, anybody?
Ugh.
As expected, though, as soon as I got home and could have "real" food, I found I can't taste salt and everything has a "metallic" tang to it. *sigh*
This, too, shall pass.
And then all will be well and all will be well and all manner of things will be well.
