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BioSET

I went to BioSET again. I'm no longer allergic to asbestos. Good thing, too, asbestos is bad enough on its own without having an allergic reaction to boot. We finished up the environmental toxins kit - I get annoyed with myself because I have to frequently split one kit into two separate treatments. But...it is what it is. After years and years of my immune system overworked and at diminished capacity, all the allergies and bad nutrition (who's hungry when everything you eat hurts?) - I can't really get mad at my body - myself - for not being able to handle one kit at a time.

Radioactive Poop

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We went to pick up our little darling from his radioactive treatment. He didn’t meow until he saw me – then he didn’t stop. At all. For the rest of the day. Poor thing. Poor radioactive thing. We chucked him in the car in the cat carrier, turned out of the driveway and promptly got lost. Soon after we got back on track – I nearly bolted from the car. As I was driving, this greatly disturbed Mom. She looked strangely at me. “Oh my! I can’t breathe!” She furrowed her brow as though wondering if I’d gone insane right then and there. Then – all of the sudden – she gagged. I rolled down the windows and hung out of it like a dog. It didn’t help. The cat meowed. I shouted over him. Mom laughed, squeezing her nose shut with her whole hand. “The cat pooped!” I shouted, unfortunately at a red light with the windows open. “He radioactively pooped – in my car!” Mom found this so funny. I did not. We finally made it home and dealt with the poor creature and his radioactive poop. (I mean, seriously,

Radioactive Cat

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After debating and research, we decided to take the cat in for radioactive treatment. At 12 ½ yrs. old, he’s been diagnosed with hyperactive thyroid. We tried the pills but our schedules don’t permit us to mush it into his food every twelve hours. Also and more important, we hate drugs and the drugs’ll end up killing him, albeit later than the hyperactive thyroid which already seems to be wreaking havoc with his little kitty heart. And they have side effects. So, naturally, we went with the treatment that will make him radioactive. This is a cure. There are supposed to be no side effects – except the violent, little darling will be radioactive and we have to limit our exposure to him for the next two weeks (I can’t sleep with him) and treat his litter box as though it’s hazardous waste material. Which…it is. It wasn’t actually my decision as he’s not technically my cat but I did voice my opinion in the matter (shocking!) and am glad we’re going to try this route. My sister took him in