Hoping it's the home stretch

I had my first Thyrogen injection today, and other than a few hours of fatigue (cured with sleeping) and slight headache/nausea (cured with aspirin, waiting, orgasm, and food), I'm feeling fine.

Injection #2 tomorrow; radioactive iodine Wednesday; whole-body scan Thursday.

My hope is that on Thursday, they'll look at the scan, find nothing, and send me on my way. Worst-case scenario is that they'll find something and tell me that I need to do 2 weeks more of the LID, combined with 2 weeks off my meds. The off-my-meds part is the part I dread, but if I recall correctly (I'll check my journal from last year), it was only really bad for a week or so last time, so I shall try not to whine too much about it, especially since I don't have to go back to work for a while yet.

Fun with mom

1) Took mom on one of my crazy-coupon-lady runs. Got $90 worth of stuff at CVS for $15. She was duly impressed.

2) Her gentleman friend spouts racist stuff all the time, and she told me she pulled him aside and told him it upsets me, so he needs to stop it. That isn't the good bit, though (as I think he should stop it even when he's not actively upsetting someone): the good bit is that she said to him, "I know I was raised racist, and I feel myself getting more racist as I get older, and I hate it, and it's going to stop."

3) Mom bought me and the kid a TON of clothes, including hard-to-find undergarments for the kid. She also laid a couple hundred dollars on me to help us through furlough time. Generous mom is generous.

4) She was craving seafood but didn't want to eat it without me, so we were skipping it. Then one day while I was out running errands, I picked up some colossal shrimp and a couple lobster tails, took them home and sauteed them in garlic butter, and served them to her on angel hair pasta. She ate that in small portions for two days, and just went into blissville every time. My mom deserves a whole bunch of blissville. (Her gentleman friend also took her to Fisherman's Wharf, where she had lobster thermidor. She said she felt a little guilty eating it without me, but not guilty enough not to eat it.)

5) She loved Mythbusters, and even sat through the gross one about spreading flu germs. :-)

6) We played our silly brand of cutthroat cards (where we don't care at all who wins, but we talk trash as though lives were on the line) on and off the whole time. It was so fun.

Some day, I will lose my mother. For now, I'm really enjoying her.