I am radioactive

Wednesday I was dressed and mostly sorted in time to go to Carla and Ian's for D&D. I rolled nothing but perception checks (which I suck at) all night. I never use my actual abilities, which is oddly satisfying.

Thursday, I did not manage to shower, but did wander to Pakkers for some junkfood.

This morning I got up early (after several nights of mostly not sleeping) and was ready well ahead of time to go to the hospital for my nuclear medicine appointment. I got there early enough that I had been shot up with pertechnetate about ten minutes before I was even due to be there. So I am radioactive. With ionising radiation, the bad sort, if in tiny amounts. The radiologist had given the impression it wasn't the ionising sort. But it is.

The half-life is 6.01 hours according to google, so my being radioactive won't last long.

A bit of research shows this is like getting over 32 x-rays. Or 1/5th of the CT scan I got the other month. This year is just me collecting millisieverts of radiation dose.  Just today I have had an amount of gamma radiation about the same as the average total radiation for a year.

After the test I visited my favourite hospital based person, delivering lollies I have been saving for her and forgetting to give her since April. Then stuffed around a little so as to not pass Shitlord's route to work at a time I have bumped into him before and then headed home.

Yes, I still plan myself around avoiding bumping into my ex. I am an adult. So fucking adult.

And I had to get home for the landlords running a meeting with the tenants of the building. We got a quick look in the new building - it is very white and on the whole I don't love any of the changes.  Open-plan only in unhelpful ways and with reduced storage space for no reason.   But they have given us heatpumps after saying that they would not. Not sure if this was because of all the complaining or if there was a policy from on high that led to the change.

Somewhat irked at how it matches neither plans we were shown or what was put on the sign outside the building.  The sharing of information has not been good.

 

Now dozing in my chair, may not leave the house again for a few days. Or wear pants.