After all the crying and just plain mopiness of yesterday, the radioactive iodine treatment was a bit of a let-down. The only slightly intimidating Star Trek aspect of it was that the pill was encased in this metal bottle and that was encased in another metal cabinet with danger signs on it. The sweet little lady (she looked so young), put on her gloves, pulled it out, took the top off of the little plastic bottle (the last layer of protection) and then handed it to me.
Then Bobah and I went to Chick-fil-A. He didn't eat (fasting) but I took it home and gobbled it up.
I don't feel any effect yet, other than my first bad bout of hives in a long time. But even that isn't so bad because Inshallah, I'll feel better soon. Thanks to everyone for their prayers, kind words and generally putting up with my hissy fits. I blame all my drama on my thryoid. You can blame all your drama on my thyroid too!
New blog, or rather, old blog of a person I met a few times and have now re-discovered her blog. Enjoy: