Holy Swollen Glands!

[kyra_ojosverdes]

I look like I've got the mumps. The glands just below my ears are slightly smaller than golf balls. They hurt. I'm not sure what that means. It may mean that my immune system is going nuts, clearing out cancer cells that the iodine is killing. It may mean something completely different. Either way, it's all good, and Advil makes the pain go away when I can't take it anymore. (As a general rule, I try to help the ol' immune system by not medicating.)

Dramamine is doing an admirable job, keeping the nausea at bay. All hail Dramamine.

I placed a call to the nurse, asking what is up with the mump-face. Being online, I have no idea whether she's called back.

Chuck and Renfroe were both there with me for The Waiting Room. The intern who gave me the radioactive iodine kept referring to the guys as "the body guards." He was really nice. Same guy who gave me the test dose, back in the fall.

I taped a note to the door. It reads "I'm radioactive. I can't answer the door. (Cancer treatment -- quarantine.)" Jennifer dropped off some books and a video, and remarked that the note ought to keep the Jehovah's Witnesses away. I told her that's my hope. The last thing I need is to haul myself out of sleepyland and down the stairs, just to meet some door-to-door jerkoff.

"Hi, I'm in a contest..."
"Here, let me spit on my hand, then shake yours."

Comments

hehehehe

[redrita.livejournal.com]

"Door to Door jerkoff"

There's an occupation whose time has come! Kind of makes "Here, let me spit on my hand, then shake yours" a WHOLE new meaning, doesn't it?

HA HA!

[mindscat.livejournal.com]

i like 'door-to-door' jerkoff as well.

thinking about you *hugs*

[medusadawn.livejournal.com]

YEAH YOU! *just that*