The following are facebook notes/posts that Jay put up while I was in the hospital. He is such a ham. :-)
She is radio active now!! Break out your geiger counters!!
.by Meg Bowman on Monday, May 2, 2011 at 4:32pm.(Jay) Ok, Meg has placed me in charge of sending out updates on her FB account. I'm not too good at navigating around this thing, but we'll see how it goes. We got to the hospital around 9:45 and were admitted right away. We head up to the room and just start laughing. The entire floor is covered with those disposable towels that have been taped down. Everything that she MIGHT come in contact with, the soap dispenser, towel dispenser, faucet and handles, bed rails, TV remote, etc. etc. etc., has been wrapped in cellophane and medical tape for fear that her radioactive sweat might touch it. She has a big bio-hazard symbol on her door and there are radioactive exposure counters by the door. We get her settled in and wait. Around 1:00pm the nuclear medicine guys come and they are carrying this small metal capsule. Kind of like a really short metal thermos with a red ribbon carrying handle. It has the pill. They begin to open it and that is when I have to leave the room. I wait outside and the doc comes out and totally straight faced tells me "She is radio-active now" and turns and leaves. I'm thinking "that’s it?" No mean, green, hulk like reaction? No torturous screams and fists pounding through the walls?!!? Where was the fun in that?!!!?? So I sat in the waiting room for an hour to make sure that all was ok. She requested a taco combo from Julio G's on her cell, so I went and picked it up and dropped it off. She texted me and told me it was delish and she is doing just fine. So, there you go.
Meg update
.by Meg Bowman on Monday, May 2, 2011 at 11:37pm.
(Jay) Just talked to Meg. She said to put down that she is doing just fine except for a headache and a little exhaustion, which the nurses say is very typical for this treatment. She has no problem recieveing and replying to text messages, but she dosn't want to talk on the phone due to the headache and the agravating effect of noise, not that someone who might call would be considered just noise, but .... you get the picture. So, all things considered, she is doing just fine.
Get your latest radioactive update right here!! Where is the hottest place to be? Not Japan!! It's Banner Baywood Hospital!!!
.by Meg Bowman on Tuesday, May 3, 2011 at 7:32pm.
(Mega-Isotope's words) "Less than 24 hours left of isolation at the hospital! Dr. just ordered meds for the horrible headache and nausea. That should make for a much better night tonight. Thank you for your prayers. This has been harder than I imagined. Love you, Meg." (Jay-the-soon-to-be-custodial-of-nuclear-wife-material says) A sonnet for my dreary deary: Oh Margret how I miss you, little "light" of my life. The nights are so lonely, though I sleep quite alright. I lack all the "energy" to make all my meals, when there is no one else, I just eat cereal-s. Your "radiant" smile and "glowing" face, their absence makes this home a "desolate waste(land)." Until you come home and "recharge" my soul, I just sit here all alone, watching all my favorite shows. (And work all day. And do homework. And clean the house. And side jobs. And go to the gym. And maintain your facebook in its immaculate condition whilst augmenting its credibility with scholarly content. Oh yeah, back to the rhyming bit.) As time runs longer our "attraction" builds stronger, oh return to me Mega-Isotope, with love, yours truly, your adorable, atomicaly neutral dope.(Thats me!) ;-)
.(To the hospital) So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu! Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you! (Sound of Music)
.by Meg Bowman on Wednesday, May 4, 2011 at 6:26pm.
(Jay) Hazah, Hazah! Mega-Isotope is home!! Since the bulk of the radiation is gone I shall now refer to her as Minor-Isotope. (Doesn't quite "pop" like Mega, does it?) And with her return I must relinquish command of the Facebook account. I shall miss this new found freedom and power. Yes, this power that I have felt has been both maddening and intoxicating to say the least, and so, I must give it up before it corrupts me completely. It has made me feel somewhat akin to Prince John who was left to be in command when his elder brother, King Richard, left to fight in the Crusades. (For further information on this story and its tragic outcome, please refer to the historical account "Robin Hood" as produced by Disney. A lovely cartoon with the utmost respect for historical accuracy and scholarly details.) But one more post before I go couldn't corrupt too much could it? Good! As I had mentioned, Meg is home and appears to be quite sedate. I figured she would be all "charged" up and rearing to go, but, alas, she is passed out cold on the bed. Her glow would be almost angelic if it was not for the fact that it was derived from chemicals. We apparently have to maintain at least three feet of space between us for the next week. Want to guess how many times we have already broken that rule? Now don't be thinking dirty, I’m just talking about holding hands and a little hug, then a mad dash to the restroom to wash her radioactive sweaty excretions off of me. (I'm a little paranoid, OK?) Regardless it is soooo nice to have her back home again. Just having her around brightens my day. And besides, if I have it figured out right, I can hook her up to the breaker box while she sleeps and maybe save some cash on our electric bill!! Win - win, right?