Day 1
Hi again, still alive. Day 1 of my radioactive treatment now in effect!But first, an update on my life. This has been a busy, busy week. I managed to complete all of my finals and expect to do well this semester. Art 450 Concepts of Theory and Design: I finished all my readings (complete with outlines) and my 10 page paper and received a glowing review, I was unable to do a PowerPoint presentation for the class but I talked to her about it for a bit and she just loved my paper so much she gave me an A on both. I'll take that! It was a paper on whether or not video games should be considered art, so I suppose it was passionate. Art 405 Drawing Studio: I completed all my projects for the year. It was fun to go to class because my professor is so worried about me. He'd be like "Are you sure you have time, do you need to take an incomplete? Are you feeling well?" I did accidentally fall asleep during a 10 min break in his class but I would have made it through the rest of class. They were nice enough to kick me out early so I could go nap (for 3 hours. It was glorious.) I did well on my last project and I will post pictures of it because it's a fun concept. Well, fun in that it involves cancer. Eng 488 is the only class I feel that I did not "complete" to the best of my abilities. At the beginning of the year, I stated I wanted to make a 99 page start to a novel with possible illustrations. I handed in 44 pages and asked her about taking an incomplete because I will be secluded for a while. She said my writing was clean and strong enough that she didn't need to see anymore to know that I was more than capable of completely the project in a similar fashion, so don't take the incomplete. Project done. :) Yay!
I secured the room I want/need to live in, so that was a relief. I don't know if I would have had time to go looking for my own place!!! Then I got a job two days ago at the physical plant. It's only 20 hours a week for the summer, but it's in an office, so I am all for that. I still may consider taking on a second job (please Rock 30 love me?) for evenings and/or weekends. It's hard to tell when I will be back up to snuff, really, so that one is on the fence. I moved out of the dorms for the last time. It was a bit sad, but I was too tired to get emotional about it. I will miss my view and my next door neighbor of 4 years. It will hit me next year really hard when I realize I can't just waltz into Nelson/Grantham.
I suddenly got nervous this morning for the first time about being a radioactive being. I guess I have been so busy getting my life situated and finals, and moving that I really have not thought about it. The Doc was awesome and really impressed that I made it through the last week so successfully while dealing with extreme hypothyroidism. I guess I don't think all that much about it. Sure, it sucks a lot to be tired all the time, but I think I've been dealing with it for years now, so you just go on until you pass out or else nothing gets done. It is seriously the easiest procedure ever. They open a little metal case and give you a plastic cup with a pill so you don't touch it and then just down it. Jacki might have trouble with it, but it wasn't all that big of a pill... maybe medium size. And then they kick you out to go and terrorize the world!! J/K!!! I jumped into my car, and my mom into her van, and we made plans, she missed the turn to the interstate (I have been shepherding that woman all day. I am starting to think I am actually more dog than cat...) but it all worked out. Roads were kind of crappy because of all the wind and rain in some parts, but we made it to Jamestown where I parked at the gas station while momsy got me some McDonalds.
The worst part about this whole experience is that, for the next two days, I have to pee every 2 HOURS in order to keep the radioactive waste from destroying my ovaries. And you KNOW my parents are all like 'SAVE THE GRANDCHILDREN!!!!" so I am actually peeing every hour or so just to please them. But I can't go near children, so I have this dilemma in Jamestown that I CANNOT pee in a public place, such as a restaurant bathroom. So I am waiting for my mom at the gas station and reading my ND road map just to see where the more deserted public rest stops are so I can pee without killing children. My bad. This guy walks right up to my window (with a cigarette and matches- at a GAS station, nuff said) and asks if I am lost. Bloody North Dakota hospitality. I yell loudly that I am not lost but radioactive so he must stay away. .... ... ... ... I must have seemed like the craziest, most paranoid person on the planet. My mother comes in to save the day with my food directly after and I scurry off to take a radioactive pee. We get on the road and make it to Dickinson without further incident.
I override what I said earlier, the worst thing about this radioactive business is walking past my dog straining against his leash to get to me and NOT petting him. He just kept getting up and sitting and wagging his tail and following around in a circle as I went to the house with my bags. Then I had to do it AGAIN. It was awful. I mean, it was hard to wave at Farrah from a different car as Grandpa took her out to eat, but she was all freaked that I would kill her from that distance, so that's funny. I wish I could have heard that conversation. But my dog, he does not understand such things, so he was just excited to see me and he recognized my car and I JUST WANTED TO PET HIM!!! But I can't, so I keep on walking, feeling like the worst playmate in the whole world. I love my dog.
The evening has been uneventful, besides the rule that I must yell "unclean" everytime I leave my room to go to the bathroom. My mom yells "clean" when she crosses to get to the computer room. I am sure it must be offensive to someone somewhere, but I find it amusing. If I don't warn her that I am leaving my room, she screams and hides. I can hear her giggling from the other room, though. I have a picture drawn on my mirror in the bathroom labeled "Welcome home our little mutant!!!" My family is nothing if not humorous. They don't let me get too worried about anything. I am going to finish unpacking, take another pee break, then get 2 hours of sleep. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Also, Brad has pointed out that if I bite anyone, they will become Marieman, since I am like a radioactive spider. I cannot help but wonder what kind of superpowers I would bestow on others? It's an interesting thought. I can't remember what happened to the other people that got bitten by the radioactive spiders, but I think they all turned out like Spiderman. Of course, I could be entirely wrong. Spidey is not my bag o' tricks. I'd like to think Marieman would be cool because he'd get my talents... like playing video games and ignoring people while reading, or memorizing vast amounts of useless information on Cleopatra...but I don't see that comic selling well.
I secured the room I want/need to live in, so that was a relief. I don't know if I would have had time to go looking for my own place!!! Then I got a job two days ago at the physical plant. It's only 20 hours a week for the summer, but it's in an office, so I am all for that. I still may consider taking on a second job (please Rock 30 love me?) for evenings and/or weekends. It's hard to tell when I will be back up to snuff, really, so that one is on the fence. I moved out of the dorms for the last time. It was a bit sad, but I was too tired to get emotional about it. I will miss my view and my next door neighbor of 4 years. It will hit me next year really hard when I realize I can't just waltz into Nelson/Grantham.
I suddenly got nervous this morning for the first time about being a radioactive being. I guess I have been so busy getting my life situated and finals, and moving that I really have not thought about it. The Doc was awesome and really impressed that I made it through the last week so successfully while dealing with extreme hypothyroidism. I guess I don't think all that much about it. Sure, it sucks a lot to be tired all the time, but I think I've been dealing with it for years now, so you just go on until you pass out or else nothing gets done. It is seriously the easiest procedure ever. They open a little metal case and give you a plastic cup with a pill so you don't touch it and then just down it. Jacki might have trouble with it, but it wasn't all that big of a pill... maybe medium size. And then they kick you out to go and terrorize the world!! J/K!!! I jumped into my car, and my mom into her van, and we made plans, she missed the turn to the interstate (I have been shepherding that woman all day. I am starting to think I am actually more dog than cat...) but it all worked out. Roads were kind of crappy because of all the wind and rain in some parts, but we made it to Jamestown where I parked at the gas station while momsy got me some McDonalds.
The worst part about this whole experience is that, for the next two days, I have to pee every 2 HOURS in order to keep the radioactive waste from destroying my ovaries. And you KNOW my parents are all like 'SAVE THE GRANDCHILDREN!!!!" so I am actually peeing every hour or so just to please them. But I can't go near children, so I have this dilemma in Jamestown that I CANNOT pee in a public place, such as a restaurant bathroom. So I am waiting for my mom at the gas station and reading my ND road map just to see where the more deserted public rest stops are so I can pee without killing children. My bad. This guy walks right up to my window (with a cigarette and matches- at a GAS station, nuff said) and asks if I am lost. Bloody North Dakota hospitality. I yell loudly that I am not lost but radioactive so he must stay away. .... ... ... ... I must have seemed like the craziest, most paranoid person on the planet. My mother comes in to save the day with my food directly after and I scurry off to take a radioactive pee. We get on the road and make it to Dickinson without further incident.
I override what I said earlier, the worst thing about this radioactive business is walking past my dog straining against his leash to get to me and NOT petting him. He just kept getting up and sitting and wagging his tail and following around in a circle as I went to the house with my bags. Then I had to do it AGAIN. It was awful. I mean, it was hard to wave at Farrah from a different car as Grandpa took her out to eat, but she was all freaked that I would kill her from that distance, so that's funny. I wish I could have heard that conversation. But my dog, he does not understand such things, so he was just excited to see me and he recognized my car and I JUST WANTED TO PET HIM!!! But I can't, so I keep on walking, feeling like the worst playmate in the whole world. I love my dog.
The evening has been uneventful, besides the rule that I must yell "unclean" everytime I leave my room to go to the bathroom. My mom yells "clean" when she crosses to get to the computer room. I am sure it must be offensive to someone somewhere, but I find it amusing. If I don't warn her that I am leaving my room, she screams and hides. I can hear her giggling from the other room, though. I have a picture drawn on my mirror in the bathroom labeled "Welcome home our little mutant!!!" My family is nothing if not humorous. They don't let me get too worried about anything. I am going to finish unpacking, take another pee break, then get 2 hours of sleep. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
Also, Brad has pointed out that if I bite anyone, they will become Marieman, since I am like a radioactive spider. I cannot help but wonder what kind of superpowers I would bestow on others? It's an interesting thought. I can't remember what happened to the other people that got bitten by the radioactive spiders, but I think they all turned out like Spiderman. Of course, I could be entirely wrong. Spidey is not my bag o' tricks. I'd like to think Marieman would be cool because he'd get my talents... like playing video games and ignoring people while reading, or memorizing vast amounts of useless information on Cleopatra...but I don't see that comic selling well.