We're at The Hater's workplace, down the road, listening to the wind-up radio. There's a big basement room here where we can go if things get hairy. We're getting tired of being the winder-uppers for the radio, which keeps power for about a minute every time you wind it. I'm not even going to mess with the wind-up-flashlight unless we lose power, at which point we'll also lose computer access.
Anyway, I was going to post something about the c-bomb plan for the next few weeks. This coming weekend I'll start my low-Iodine diet. A week from today I'll stop my thyroid medication. After that point it'll just be a matter of trying to keep my chin up while my metabolism plummets.
May the 15th I'll work a half day before I go to take the radioactive Iodine (RAI) treatment. After that point I'll be at home on isolation for about 5 or 6 days. Except for the 17th, when I'll go back for a full-body scan, after which we'll know for sure if the cancer has metastasized anywhere else. I'll be off work about a week and a half.
While on isolation from The Hater and Zoloft I'll have to be locked up in another room. The Hater will have to leave me food at the door. I'll have to take 4 or 5 showers a day -- because my body will process the radiation and get rid of it through sweat and urine.
As of now that's all I know. They'll tell me the next step when I'm swallowing the radiation.
We'll know more about the tornado stuff within thirty minutes or so. The sky's really getting dark around us... and The Hater assures us that we can get to the "safe room" in the basement in 60 seconds.
Update: If you're not for the Jedi powers being requested after radiation, you should vote in the poll! You have less than three weeks before RAI-day!!
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