I Am Radioactive.

Or I'm just plain 'ol nuclear waste, whichever way you want to look at it. Today I got my custom concocted pill dosed at 100 millicuries. The idea is that it will kill whatever lingering thyroid cancer cells I may still have. I am now in official isolation at an undisclosed location. I can tell you that Dick Cheney is not with me, although I wish he were because we could have such a nice milli-terri tribunal together, just him and me all alone chatting up mushroom clouds and other things of his sole authority.

"You can turn anything into a international political scandal," Bob said to me yesterday.

I was giving him (Bob) my views on the conspiracy of processed food companies to remove fiber from the American diet, creating a generation of constipasted children with low immune systems. Making parents nervous of the potential short term outcome as the start of school draws near, if you know what I mean. When the back up breaks through. We are doing our darndest to get our kids to eat fiber, but it's almost impossible. You can't even buy a granola bar these days that contains fiber. A granola bar for land sakes! How can you call something granola if it doesn't have fiber in it?

Right here, right now, it's time for me and my ex-thyroid to take our 100th nap of the past 2 weeks.

Thanks for coming by the liver blog. And in case you were wondering, today I brought back my liver look, including goofy bangs barretted back and sticking out all over the place. However I did change out of pajamas before entering the public realm. Still, be thankful I can't upload pictures. Be very thankful.

Take care everyone!

With love, T xoxoxoxo