Well lads and lasses , been sent home for the weekend. Whether this is for good or weird behavior is uncertain.
The first week of radiation is not supposed to give much in the way of side effects , so still my old cantankerous self. Not slowed down, not mellowed out.
Aside from a crafts room designed for a kindergarten , this lodge I stay at is a very fine place. Folks , food and fun are top notch.
Once per day we get to ride a shuttle bus for about a mile and report to our treatment room. Fifteen minutes on a plastic table while they basically cook little chunks of my insides then back on the bus. The rest of the day is my own.
The lodge has rather strange views on the subject of potables. Since we are indeed adults they have a don't ask don't tell policy on taking a medicinal pint or two. Discretion is highly prized in these endeavors though , owing to the fact that they are a part of the hospital and can't have lines of drunken sots wandering the halls singing sad songs . Fortunately my drinking has evolved beyond the silly syndrome stage of the teen aged years , quite some time ago in fact.
The computer room is beset by enough of the patrons checking e-mails as to make long periods for browsing forums a bit selfish . Nobody would rush me , but I would feel guilty hogging the terminal. And to tell the truth , watching some of my fellow patients try to figure out which is the "any" key fairly drives me from the room.
That said , well , thanks guys for being here, as the couple of hours I have spent catching up on the threads of the week have been a brighter spot that would else be sorely missed. Your thoughts and views cheer me enormously.
Til next time , Ciao.