Nuclear Medicine Mornings

Found out two weeks ago that my thyroid has gone from being high functioning to hyper. Here I thought I was losing weight because I started working out again. Nope, I just have hyperthyroidism.

The three options for treatment are:

1) Taking a thyroid suppressant 2-3 a day, every day, for the rest of my life.

2) Getting the damn thing cut out and taking a pill once a day, every day, for the rest of my life.

3) Going through radiation to kill the overactive growths.

None of the options are pretty. All of them require me to have blood tests done until the day I die to make sure my body is semi-normal.

So when I had to undergo a radioactive iodine scan, requiring me to spend two mornings in the nuclear medicine wing of Carle Hospital and sign a slip saying the pill I had to ingest wouldn’t kill a fetus lingering in my uterus, I was hoping that undergoing anything radioactive would somehow turn me into a super hero.

Sadly, I still can’t fly. Perhaps I just haven’t gone through super hero puberty yet …