Barium Sulfate
Jul. 12th, 2012 08:56 pmI had such a terrible day today. I thought I would get some imaging over with and then go to work, but the imaging turned out to involve barium sulfate and radioactive tracers, and then more radioactive tracers, and I did not make it into the office.
Barium sulfate makes me seriously consider bagging this whole imaging and treatment thing in favor of a lovely cottage someplace rural, with meadows for the kids to frolic in, and a lake where we can teach them to swim, and no medical treatment for me at all ever, until they decide to fly in a hospice nurse on a pontoon boat or something. Except that usually in those fantasies, I've been the pontoon boat hospice nurse lady who winds up having a scorching romance with the grieving widower while snowed in over the winter, helping him to heal and realize that he can love again, etc. (These are not fantasies I can recall having after the age of seventeen or so, and good GOD they involved a swelled head, but if you're going to have these fantasies, I strongly recommend that your role in the fantasy be that of the person with the pontoon boat.) (Actually, I take that back. If you need instructions from me on how to have fantasies, there is no hope for you.)
I feel horribly guilty for this train of thought, because of course I have so much to live for and there's plenty of cause for optimism in my overall prognosis, so I have this weird obligation to my life and everyone in it to stay strong and fight the good fight. It's just. Barium sulfate. Drinking that stuff makes me feel like it would be ever so much nicer to just find a truck to run over me fast. And it was faux-vanilla barium sulfate too. For the love of all that's holy, I own dozens of ACTUAL vanilla beans, plucked from orchids in the jungle by slave labor - I had hoped that conniving in the oppression of my fellow humans, I could avoid bad fake vanilla forever.
Tomorrow I have to go back to the hospital so that they can talk to me about chemo and put a port in so that they don't strip my veins over the next several months. I am really looking forward to the part where they sedate the heck out of me.
Barium sulfate makes me seriously consider bagging this whole imaging and treatment thing in favor of a lovely cottage someplace rural, with meadows for the kids to frolic in, and a lake where we can teach them to swim, and no medical treatment for me at all ever, until they decide to fly in a hospice nurse on a pontoon boat or something. Except that usually in those fantasies, I've been the pontoon boat hospice nurse lady who winds up having a scorching romance with the grieving widower while snowed in over the winter, helping him to heal and realize that he can love again, etc. (These are not fantasies I can recall having after the age of seventeen or so, and good GOD they involved a swelled head, but if you're going to have these fantasies, I strongly recommend that your role in the fantasy be that of the person with the pontoon boat.) (Actually, I take that back. If you need instructions from me on how to have fantasies, there is no hope for you.)
I feel horribly guilty for this train of thought, because of course I have so much to live for and there's plenty of cause for optimism in my overall prognosis, so I have this weird obligation to my life and everyone in it to stay strong and fight the good fight. It's just. Barium sulfate. Drinking that stuff makes me feel like it would be ever so much nicer to just find a truck to run over me fast. And it was faux-vanilla barium sulfate too. For the love of all that's holy, I own dozens of ACTUAL vanilla beans, plucked from orchids in the jungle by slave labor - I had hoped that conniving in the oppression of my fellow humans, I could avoid bad fake vanilla forever.
Tomorrow I have to go back to the hospital so that they can talk to me about chemo and put a port in so that they don't strip my veins over the next several months. I am really looking forward to the part where they sedate the heck out of me.
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Date: 2012-07-13 03:16 pm (UTC)I am entirely content just to know that Scorpion Bowls for
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Date: 2012-07-13 03:25 pm (UTC)If you have a recipe you like and want to just do the ingredient shopping today, go for it.... if you want to wait for it, I'll send his recipe to you as soon as he passes it on. =)
He suggested that we use a punch bowl for the presentation. Do you or
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Date: 2012-07-13 03:42 pm (UTC)I think most of the ingredients will be universal. I suspect it comes down to proportions and the freshness of the juice.
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Date: 2012-07-13 03:58 pm (UTC)Trader Vic's claims to have invented the drink, and that this is the "classic" recipe:
http://www.retroplanet.com/blog/retro-food-and-recipes/retro-tiki-cocktail-scorpion-bowl/
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Date: 2012-07-14 03:08 am (UTC)I expect roughly half a dozen pre-school age children on the premises, and it would be easier (IMO) to keep at least MY preschool age children out of the punch if the punch was in pitchers, set far back from the edge of the counter, behind the non-alcoholic drinks.
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Date: 2012-07-14 02:35 pm (UTC)We will make sure that no children or punch bowls are harmed in the making of your Scorpion Bowl.
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Date: 2012-07-13 02:22 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2012-07-13 03:59 am (UTC)I think I have a broken emotional compass. My fantasies always involved knowing the proper kind of first aid to render in worst-case earthquake scenarios where I was the only one left standing.
--Beth
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Date: 2012-07-13 02:38 am (UTC)I have a few thoughts along these lines, some for now, and some for later, and hope to go in better than worse direction for you...
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Date: 2012-07-13 02:57 am (UTC)mmm. that's probably a good marketing area - good flavored medicines. i know the "bubble gum" antibiotics are a poor thing too (though ferrets and cats seem to lurve it)
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Date: 2012-07-13 03:19 pm (UTC)Miss K and I will see you tomorrow. Since
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Date: 2012-07-13 04:53 pm (UTC)Keep being awesome.
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Date: 2012-07-13 11:15 pm (UTC)Hey, you're turning into a Republican! Good for you!
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Date: 2012-07-14 03:15 am (UTC)Sorry, hon, not happening. That there was the despairing cry of a secular humanist Occupy protester, finding the world failing to work the way the anti-establishment forces assured her it shouldn't, but did.