Am I glowing?

Yesterday, I enlisted the help of a friend of mine that has access to an x-ray machine in an effort to take some "alternative" self portraits. We took all the necessary precautions with the lead coat and all, but we might have taken more pictures than people normally do in one sitting. Consequently, a couple of hours later at Celtic Crossing's trivia night I found a burn on my arm and realized I was buzzing...as if I was on speed. In fact, I must admit that I still feel that way a little as I write this, the next day.

I am a little concerned, but there's nothing I can do about it now. Except never to do that again. My parents seem to think I'm planning on using the x-ray machine as a tanning bed, though, because I received this email from my dad this morning:

Kate - At my age, sometimes you feel like your children no longer need you, and that is a good thing. Means things are going well.

In your case, I think you need me a bit longer. Now listen good...

DON'T PLAY WITH X-RAY MACHINES

I don't think I need to go any further with this, but I am watching and there will be trouble if you do this again. I hope your arm burn is the only organ affected.

I should probably feel offended but, sigh, I guess I deserve it.

*Update July 6, 2009 - I checked with a friend of mine that is a radiologist, and he assures me that I am JUST FINE.