I lay in bed in the small hours, listening to the rain hammering on the roof lights over the landing.  And the steady stream from the broken gutter on the front that we still haven't fixed in nearly 18 months of living here.....

Now, don't get me wrong, I like listening to the rain.  It's soothing.  But the fact that I was awake and listening rather means I wasn't sleeping.  Sleep is becoming the holy grail....  One of the symptoms of what has become known, in our household, as, 'that thyroid crap', is, for me, a level of anxiety that often makes it impossible for me to sleep.  Or stop.  Or stop thinking.

Believe me, lying in bed for three hours with a single line from an advert on continuous loop in your head is no picnic.

Then I did manage to drop off, and dream a very strange, serious conversation with Jordan about self-promotion strategies.  Must say, she was very nice in the dream.

May go back to bed soon.  Or not.

I have to set up the back bedroom as my bedroom for a week.  Once I take the treatment on Thurs, I have to sleep apart from the long suffering husband for at least a week.  I suspect I have to keep the cats out, too.  Which is going to be fun.  They consider a closed door to be a mortal insult, you know.

Talk to you later.  Anna

On Thursday, May 6th, I get to go radioactive.

No, I won't be falling into a reactor, being zapped by aliens or otherwise succumbing to cartoon cliches.  I'm going to be swallowing a little capsule full of radioactive iodine.

Let's begin at the beginning, shall we?  I have an overactive thyroid.  We've been wrestling with it for over a year now, and my patience evaporated one morning while chatting with the specialist.  So she booked me in for radio-iodine treatment.  Basically, without going into too much detail, the iodine targets the thryoid, and the radioactivity kills it off.  Not all of it (you kind of need it) but hopefully a fair chunk of the swollen, malfunctioning, making my life hell bit of it.

Amusingly, the notification of the appointment arrived on my birthday.  Not as ironic as you might think, seeing as I was desperate to know how soon I could have the treatment.  As ever, having agonised over making a decision, once I'd made my mind up, I wanted to get on with it.  NOW.

Anyway.  If I can get a handle on this web log thingy, I hope to keep a track of the whole process, from now, just starting to feel the effects of coming off the medication, through the whole radio-iodine treatment (please, please, please let there be men in big scary safety suits, like in E.T.) and the three weeks of not being able to hug anyone afterwards.

See you around.  I need a nap.

Anna

 

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