Countdown to take-off, T minus 10 hours.
Today the girls, my mom and I visited Mass General Hospital. I know, with all the istorical sites to see in Boston, we visited Mass General. After my shot, we checked out The Healing Garden on the 8th floor. It is very zen-like... calming and beautiful. The designer was masterful with the plant selection. Trees, grass, scultpures, a large square floor fountain, and private seating areas cover 6300 square feet. The entry is a floor to ceiling glassed atrium with big, large-leafed plants and sitting areas. I think that Chubba and the girls will probably visit it a couple of times during my stay.
The nuclear shot took about five minutes. When I was nuked previously, I was told that I was highly radioactive and shouldn't have small children sit on my lap. So I asked the nurse if this was the case with this injection, and she said no because the previous shot was 200 times stronger than this shot. However, she did give me a card to carry in my purse that states that I have been injected with radioactive material. (Why was I not given this card with my two other nuclear shots?) She said that I need to carry the card for three days because if I go to an airport, a city dump, or the White House, I might set off the radioactive detectors. The city dump? What? I guess no household nuclear waste at the local dump. I must say, though, Michelle was very disappointed when I had to cancel our dinner tonight.
Bubble Wrap sent me an e-mail today, saying that she is going to wear pink tomorrow in honor of me. So to everyone reading this...think pink!
Off to sleep to get ready for slicing and dicing. I'm sure there won't be much sleep tonight...back to the flipping and flopping like a freshly caught fish.