Yesterday, Daniel took the day off. That had more to do with the fact that I couldn't hold a toddler and stay still during my thyroid scan than with the fact that it was Valentine's Day... but that was kind of a bonus. I went to take my radiation pill by myself, because it was supposed to only last 15 minutes and Anni was just rolling out of bed. By the time the first half hour had ticked by, I was lonely and wished I had both of them there. This part was technically simple, they brought out the (single) pill in a lead-lined bottle. I mean... really. One pill in it's own chamber. Should I really be putting that into my body? It had another container inside, from which I was supposed to put it straight into my mouth (no touching with my HAND! This was supposed to go in my body and destroy things there). Okay, probably being a little over dramatic... but you wouldn't read this otherwise, right? After that I went home and was tired. I had to go back for the scan in a few hours, but in the meantime, it was breakfast burriters and chocolate... lots and lots of chocolate.
My scan was actually super quick and nice and painless (minus the moment of panic as the um, scanner? got a little too close. I'm just a wee bit claustrophobic). The tech told me there would be three "pictures", each 10 minutes long... except, after the first one, he helped me out so he could measure something and pronounced me ready to go. When I asked why, he told me it was pretty obvious from the first scan, and I didn't need to do anymore. I, of course, just wanted to know what was obvious and he (after an appropriate disclaimer that I would need to wait for sure to hear from my doctor) told me that a normal thyroid absorbs this stuff at a rate of 16% by this point (or 6-9%, Daniel and I disagree on what we heard... either way) and mine was currently at 1.4%. Yeah... my thyroid is barely functioning, which kind of blew my mind since it was supposed to be crazy overactive and all that. He explained that hypothyroidism (thyroiditis most likely in my case) presents as hyperthyroidism when an infection sets in and explodes a bunch of hormones everywhere. Weird. I'm not exactly sure what any of it means, so more waiting until my doctor decides to call. That's all. Except the tech was wearing Cornhusker crocs.
Upon returning home, we realized there really wasn't time to make the stew I had planned, and we threw together a haphazard meal as we walked through the aisles of the grocery store while giggling (just a teeny, little bit) at the vast horde of men gathered around the flower section, a few looking completely bemused.
Luckily, my husband saved the night with wine and love songs on the guitar and taking care of me when I felt yucky.
Oh, and more chocolate.
Today my funk continued... I'm blaming it on my darn thyroid. Luckily, sweet Lucy and her mama came to play in our amazing blanket tent.
They brought sugar cookies and talked and played.
Anni adores Amy! They spend enough time together that she's completely comfortable with her. Plus, Lucy is kind of her best friend.
All in all, a pretty good day.
Take that, funk.
Ugh, mommy. i would have been freaking out about that pill, too. I don't think you were being dramatic. My mom has hypothyroidism, and it caused some scary things when we were little. I'm glad they're catching this now and that there are things you can do. How scary, though. I hope you're feeling better than you did on Valentine's Day!
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