The day I was radioactive

Today I was radioactive.  Literally.  I had a gallbladder scan this morning (due to all the stomach pain I've had for 2+ years).  It was a 90 minute scan.  That was the only thing I knew going into it.  I got a line placed and they injected a radioactive tracer.  I laid there for 45 minutes while that went through my body.  Then they hooked me up to an IV with a synthetic fatty meal.  It wasn't actually food or nourishment, but something that made my body believe I had just eaten a fatty meal.  It actually gave me a stomach ache and has bothered my stomach on and off for the rest of the day.  So either I have a gallbladder issue, or my body just can't digest fat properly.  I laid there for another 45 minutes and fell asleep.  The nap was nice.  The rest of the day I avoided any more than just a quick hug with Graesen.  The nurse said that while it was fine for Graesen to have normal contact with me, it wouldn't be advised for us to cuddle up and watch and movie or take a nap.  Thankfully, Graesen hung out with my mom today while I ran around to my two other appointments, so he really had almost no physical contact with me until evening when I would be unradioactified (yup, I made that word up).
I also had my stitches removed from my mouth today.  The dentist and hygienists marveled over what is the "most beautiful graft ever."  Honestly, to me it is kind of disgusting looking, but I was happy to have made their day.
I also went and saw our marriage (now going to just be individual) counselor today.  We talked, he sympathized, and he marveled at my ability to "look at the silver lining."  I was all about marveling people today.
Honestly, I find my life to be a bit ridiculous lately.  I mean really, I am having health issues, my car was falling apart (my dad fixed it today-thanks dad!), I have to find a full time job where very few exist, I've had oral surgeries and endoscopies and all kinds of disgusting fun, I am almost to my due date of when I would have had the baby I miscarried, my marriage is pretty much over, and I am radioactive.  When I put it all together I really have to just laugh.  It's absurd that my life would be such a disaster all at once.  I am sticking with the theory that I am just getting all the bad done at once.  It makes all the radioactivitiness (made that one up too) amusing and comical.  Because, really, some day I will be stronger because of this all.  I will no longer hurt.  And if I really look at the bright side, by this time of night I am no longer radioactive :)

Here's the reason that even when life is ridiculous and I'm radioactive I can still look at the silver lining:

They were playing "going to work."  Apparently, going to work requires a purse no matter what gender you are.

They also got some outside time...