Monday - the 8th.
Not much to report. Just returned from the radiation treatment...only 33 more to experience. I don't know if I have mentioned it; but, the treatment process is the same - day after day. I arrive 15 minutes early (usually I'm there about 20 to 25). The lovely lady at the front desk asks my name and date of birth - why they do this is, not sure. Why would anyone walk in and use my name or date of birth? Maybe it is to make sure the techs don't zap my liver instead of the prostate. I'm not sure. Answer: it is part of the procedure. The front desk lady has learned my name. Now, I just have to verify the birth date.
I sits in de waiting room. Me name is called - slowly, I am educating the staff that the "E" on the end of my name is silent. It really doesn't matter. I put my cell phone in my bag and follow to "the" room. Once I have arrived, I climb up on the skinny table. You'd think, as much as this radiation machine cost, they could afford to make the table 4 inches wider. But, no.
I do have a question. They have great big doors that close when the radiator is generating. I wonder if the walls are made with the same heavy metal stuff - what about the floor - and, then, there is the ceiling. If radiation could go through a wall and zap the tech staff - couldn't it go through the roof and zap a low flying airplane - or, a bird? Just wonderin".
Once I am on the table, they throw a small cloth over my groin area. I pull down my garments to thigh level. They strap my feet together on the table and adjust me on the table. Little green lasers are everywhere. I am moved to meet their specs. I am given a 6 inch ring to hold with my hands on my chest. When nobody looks, I pull my mask down in order to breath. The rest of the story is below in one of the other blogs.
When finished, I get up and leave. They try to be upbeat and say goodbye, All over till tomorrow.
I have quit drinking carbonated beverages and using a straw. They say these are the two biggest culprits for admitting gas to my intestines. But, then, they have not seen me eat 2 big bowls of beans. Friday, this week, I plan to cook beans and cornbread for supper. ?The Instant Pot is terrific for that. Let the petroleum products flow. Not eating beans and drinking diet coke - these are lifetime changes for me. 33 more sessions and things will revert back.
We bought a new Sleep Number bed back in early July. It is to be delivered tomorrow. Do I know the exact time of day? Of course not. They implied I would be contacted early. That didn't work. Delivery type folks do have a problem, generally speaking, in being punctual. Go ahead. Tell me I'm wrong. This will be a brand new adventure for us.
non-local people may be unaware about our Texas weather - hot streak. It has been a miserable summer. Thank your Deity for A.C. When I lived in the Panhandle as a kid, we did not have central air. Instead we had swamp coolers. A big machine which blew air over water soaked panels. The air was cold. A window had to be open somewhere to let the airflow escape. We truly slept with a window open every night. Nobody tried to sneak in the house and steal all our jewelry. Well, we had no jewelry to start with. Those were good times. We didn't even know we were handicapped without central air. My father bought a 1957 Chevy 4 door and installed a floor air cond unit. It was the first air cond. car we ever had. Glorious. It was still unbearably hot in the car - but we had air.
Almost time to feed the dogs. More rambling soon.