Handbill Handout

23 down, 23 to go.  I haven't had any epiphanies or come up with any more cool stories.  I started going in earlier today, leaving my house at a little past 7 instead of 8:30-ish.  The traffic is worse earlier.  That's not news.  It was around 50 degrees this morning and it might hit 90 on Thursday.  I hope my air conditioning works. 

16 down, 30 to go give or take, means I'm about a third done. Someone's really been working over the ring so it's hard for me to get it back to round on a daily basis.  I'll keep trying since there's not much else to do once I'm on the table. There were some different noises out of the machine today but I didn't ask about them.  The folks that I deal with on a daily basis are nice but they try to keep it moving, get us in, get us out and I appreciate that.  Maybe at the end there's more talk, I don't know.  The magazine selection in what they call the "Male Sub-Wait Area" (that's where you stand or sit in your gown after you remove whatever clothing you need to remove, the "Female Sub-Wait Area" is next door) is pretty poor.  I picked up a Sports Illustrated the other day and started reading their NHL Playoff Preview and quickly realized I was reading last year's preview.  So I've been doing my part by leaving re...

25% done, more or less.  What have I learned?  Not much.  It's not a learning experience, really. I have become well acquainted with a rubber or plastic (not sure which) coated foam ring that's around 8 inches in diameter.  You hold it in your hands so they have something to do while you lay on your back on a table that's elevated and then irradiated.  Well, presumably I'm the one being irradiated but since you feel nothing who can tell? The ring is blue, kind of a Microsoft Word blue, maybe a little lighter and it's usually oval when they hand it to me so I make it my mission to pull on the long sides so the ring is more round when I give it back.  Today it was pretty round, and I was pretty pleased, and it's Friday and I don't have to go lay on the table for two days so I'll put this one in the win column. 

Drop your pants, wait in the waiting area, lay on the table, clank clank whirrr and done for another day. That's what weekday mornings are like now and will be until after the unofficial start of summer (but hopefully before the official one).  Just about 11% done with this part of the process as of today.  Normally boredom would be a bad thing but I'll take 89% more of these kinds of weekday mornings.  Excitement in these instances is a bad thing.  Trying to make use of the time but the treatment abhors a multitask.  Too noisy to do much but try to doze and blank one's mind for a few minutes.  Which, I suppose, is productive in itself.  It's rare today to be away from any stimulus other than a fake blue sky ceiling and mechanical whirring.  Sorry, can't answer that e-mail right now, I'm being irradiated.  Feels like I'm at the bottom of a mountain, though every day is a step up.  I guess.