The geiger count has been read and apparently the 20 gallons of water I drank yesterday worked and I have effective flushed my system of enough radiation to go home any minute now. Woo Hoo!
I have a few things to get off my mind before we move on to the pictures.
1 - I drank enough water in the last 24 hours to make even the idea of water cause nausea. Not that I would throw up, but just the idea of taking one more sip made my stomach roll. Not fun.
2 - I hate hospital remotes that make you flip through every station, where you can't punch in a number or at least go 'down'. I scrolled through the medical crap so many times last night, you know, the educational channels offered by the hospital? Well, one theme that I kept noticing was breastfeeding. Which always makes me kind of wish I had tried longer or more to nurse our boys longer than the whopping 3 weeks I survived. But I keep reminding myself that if I had, I would have had to give it up now anyway, which would have been just one more added stressor on the diet, the hospital stay, the remoteness and perhaps made this harder for them and DH as they would have been so accustomed to me! So, anyway, that's that.
The warning posters on my door. I'm not exaggerating when I say that the nurses and food service people would open my door, stand in the hallway, and ask me questions. I'm afraid had I gotten up out of bed and walked toward the door, they would have backed even further away.
Last night's dinner - one piece of plain chicken, one baked potato with no skin, lime jello. I don't think I can ever stomach a baked potato again. The texture, the flavor, all of it! Gag.Gag.Gag.