hypo loco

So here I am nearly three months later, waiting for my Radioactive Iodine treatment to start on Monday. In preparation I'm on a low iodine diet which you would think would be easy but it involves no dairy - therefore no cheese - and they advise you to make your own bread as you never know with the shop bought stuff.

I've never been on a diet in my life and hate having to think about what I'm eating all the time. I'm eating unnatural amounts of fruit and dreaming of salt and vinegar crisps. In fact I'm going to take a big bag in with me so the minute they say I can come off the diet I can amuse myself by eating them.

I've stopped taking my T3 - thyroid hormone replacement tablets - which will make me hypo ready for treatment. It makes the iodine thing work better, but has the bonus side effect of making you too dull and stupid to care that you've got to sit in a room on your own for 3-4 days with only the first two series of Buffy for company. That's right - no visitors and even the nurses don't pop in to see you. Someone slides your food under the door three times a day and they measure you with a geiger counter once a day to see when you'll be safe to let out again.

Actually I'm just over a week in and feel OK although things get muddier as the day wears on. I shall be having trouble following the plot of Eastenders by the end of the week. Oh well. So typing coherently is hard work at this time of night so I think I'll stop and go to bed.