What I've Been Up To

Good news!  The steri-strips are off and my neck didn't fall out!  Phew!!!  And I must say you all cracked me up with your wonderful scar stories.  Totally awesome laughs.  Thanks!

So the last couple of weeks I have been kind of scarce because I have been in Maryland continuing a lazy and gluttonous convalescence.  That all came to a screeching halt today because the prescribed diet to prepare me for the next step began today.  Gee, Lime, what's the diet consist of?  Well, let me tell you.

The aim is to starve my body of iodine so that any remaining cells suck up the radioactive version and then die, Die, DIE!  Thus I may not eat iodine rich foods.  Gee, Lime, you just need to avoid salt right?  Wrong.  For the next three weeks I may have no iodized salt or anything containing that, no dairy (up to and including butter) or anything containing dairy, no egg yolks or anything with egg yolks in it, no soy or soy products (which rules out all but one brand of chocolate I've found since all the others contain soy lecithin), absolutely nothing from the ocean (fish, sea salt, seaweed, and a set of things derived from seaweed meaning even my toothpaste is forbidden), no red dye #3, and finally...no commercial baked good whether bread, cakes, or other pastries (due to both salt and dough conditioners containing iodine).

 I warned my family that they were to bring no desserts into the house for three weeks.  So of course, on Day 1 Calypso brought eclairs and cannolis.  She seemed shocked by my less than positive reaction.

So who wants to come for dinner?  Of course, after two disgusting weeks of gluttony and sloth this diet should do more than merely starve my body of iodine.  I figure it ought to help me get rid of the beach earned extra poundage.  Most importantly, it's going to enable the radioactive stuff to more effectively demolish any remaining rogue cells hiding out thinking they can cause trouble later.  If Calypso thought I had a negative reaction to dessert these cells are going to have a whole different kind of whoop-ass unleashed upon them.