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So I am about to become radioactive. It’s a pretty weird sensation to say the least. Not ideal to be putting this pill into my body but fingers, toes, arms and legs crossed it will make me better! The nurses are nice , my room is nice. I’m fully loaded with blueberries, DVDs, books and music. The idea of not being allowed out of my room is strange. I wonder how prisoners feel… particularly innocent ones. As I sit and wait for my little pill, it’s snowing outside, it’s spring, it’s March.

Here goes…