So, today I went to the hospital where I will be having radioiodine treatment soon. It was mostly just a chat with the consultant and the thyroid specialist nurse (that is a thing you can be). Mum took loads of notes, and I just kind of nodded a lot. I'm not as nervous about this really. I just want to hurry up and do it.
This particular hospital is kind of, well, nice. As far as hospitals go anyway. It had a Costa Coffee in for crying out loud! Yes, that is how I measure how nice a place is. By whether or not there's a Costa Coffee. There was art everywhere, and a piano for some reason. The waiting room had some terrible poems on the wall. It's obviously geared towards making you feel more at ease, and probably to trick your mind into thinking you're not in the hospital at all. Your mind isn't that stupid though. It knows a waiting room when it sees one!
The next stage sounds like it will be less of an ordeal, though. I'll take a capsule of radioiodine on the day I'm admitted and then spend the next few days in isolation. That won't be as bad as it sounds because the room has a TV in it and stuff (not to mention a kettle and a fridge. It's basically a hotel room). So, hopefully no vomiting or calcium issues. The worst part will probably be when I have to be in a scanner for an HOUR before I leave, to check how much radioiodine is still in my system! An HOUR! I might take a nap.
The highlight of my appointment was finding out that there's actually a thyroid cancer foundation that you can join and they will hook you up with a buddy, amongst other things. So, I will be getting involved in that, I think!
On a different, and more vain note, I feel like I've kind of let myself go a bit. I think being in hospital, even though you're clean, you just get used to wandering around in pyjamas with no make up (and matted, greasy hair because you can't wash it properly). You don't have to really make an effort for anybody so you don't. I just felt a bit self-conscious today because I was actually out in public and I was just very aware of my hair, and my face, and just everything! I just need a lick of mascara and I'll be fine.
I'm apparently sounding better today, and my shoulders do not hurt as much and are easier to move. I still think that being referred for physiotherapy wouldn't be a bad idea, though. I just need to be more patient with myself, I think. I'm recovering from a major operation, not the flu! Life has not changed that much really. I am without a thyroid and on medication. It's just getting the balance between over-exerting myself, and just sitting around.
Speaking of medication, I should probably go take it now!
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