almost normal

I conked out for a few hours this afternoon, much needed, apparently. I feel slightly flu-ish... not horribly sick, just a little icky. My neck feels funny where all my glands are swollen and behind my surgery scar, where I'm sure any thyroid remnants are doing epic battles with the RAI.

And things taste weird... was it too many sour candies, or is this the altered taste that Dr. L warned me about?

About 7:30 or so I pleaded hunger, and DH shoo'ed the kids upstairs for their baths, so I came out and got dinner. DH had brought home Chinese food and even though I wasn't really feeling all that great -- probably because I was so hungry -- I put together a plate of shrimp and broccoli, and put two spring rolls in the toaster oven to heat up. Now, this is most excellent shrimp and broccoli, but my taste buds were just not that into the broccoli... RAI is so reminding me of being pregnant! It was exactly the same thing! The shrimp were really good. The spring rolls were good, too, but the spicy mustard did nothing for me -- I mean, it tasted good, but it didn't give me that watch-out-woooosh! feeling. Hmmmm.

Then I had 2 cups of sweet wild orange Tazo tea which my so considerate DH picked up for me at Starbucks. He doesn't like it, the combination of tart orange with the spearmint aftertaste was too weird for him, but for some reason I'm finding it really delicious. It is tart enough to make my mouth water, plus it isn't bloating me up when I drink a lot. Win-win. Girl's gotta love that.

I have slacked off on the liquid consumption, but I'm well past the 48 hour mark now anyways. I'm still plenty hydrated and will drink more before I go to bed. I'll take another shower, too. I am too cat-like to be good on the shower thing. I don't shower every day. I just got out of the habit when DS1 was newborn and I didn't have the time, and now I just don't see the need. If I have a grungy day and I need to shower, I do, but for the most part I'm sedentary and I have wicked dry skin, so I shower every other day and it works out fine. So I don't like all this getting wet.

The only time I shower every day is on beach days... the after-beach shower, that clean, exhausted, sun-soaked feeling is perhaps my favorite of all. (sigh)

So, I actually ate dinner at the table in my usual seat, and read the paper. Then I watched "In a Fix" and Brit Hume from the TiVO, and DH sat across the cavernous room and watched Brit with me. (During IAF, he was even further across the cavernous room at this very same computer I am now typing on.)

Then he went up to bed, and I surfed over to The N and got the last half of a Daria episode I had never seen before (!!!), in which Daria has a dream that Kevin was murdered and she is investigating it. Very funny, I'll have to keep my eye out for it and TiVO it when it repeats again -- I can't believe I missed it! Now the only one I haven't seen is the "Daria, the Musical," because the listing always says that when it's the episode where Daria gets contact lenses, so I have TiVO'd the wrong ep at least 3 times now. It's permanently screwed up. I need to TiVO the contact-lens ep, but I've yet to catch that one in the listings -- and see if it is actually the musical ep. OK, OK. I've got a thing for teen-oriented programming. Plus I really like Daria, she reminds me of me at that age: smart and out of the mainstream, but successful in my own way. I'll just gloss lightly over the failures, as it's way too late to get into them now, and here? No, thanks.

Slowly starting to think about planning for Thanksgiving. Shopping, cooking, cleaning, etc. Whee! And pie. Must have pie. Maybe several pies, damn the carbs! I'm recovering from cancer, I can have all the pie I want... which of course I will make as LC as possible. Hee!

So I had a pretty normal evening, including surfing on the normal computer, and eating a relatively normal dinner, and watching TV as I normally might, and blogging here as inevitably do. I even feel a bit more normal, bodywise, less bloated. OK: not fat. I've been feeling a panicky "what is going on with my body?" thing the past few days, but whatever it was, it seems to have past. Or passed. Or both. (hee)

I'm getting silly and should get off, I suppose. I'm looking forward to coming OUT tomorrow afternoon and hoping fervently I never have to go back IN. Just a few more hours, OK, more than a few, but less than a day.

Can't wait to hug my babies.

At 2:30PM, I get to take this off and throw it away, and rejoin humanity:


Of course, I also have to take a shower, wash all my clothes and bedding separately, clean the bathroom thoroughly, and dispose of my trash separately as well, but then the Radiation Vacation will be over!