|Mo's Creations ~ beautiful, huh? I have to give the toolbox back after Christmas:)|
Today will be my nineteenth out of thirty treatments, so I feel as though I'm coming down the home stretch... Come On Sea Biscuit! the crowd in my head roars.
Today's appointment was pushed back until 6:10 tonight... because the machine broke down. Ummm, huh? I wouldn't want to be the person it broke down on, nor the first person to go after it has been fixed. My one nightmare as I lie strapped to the plank under the humming machine is that it will run amok and keep radiating me until my neck burns away from my body, while the techs frantically try to turn the machine off.
There. I said it.
|Christmas lights covered in snow.|
|Thin & crispy ~ not what I was going for.|
|Elephant Eating Chart|
|So says Miz Ellie|
And here's a snappy saying from my antiquing bud, Ellie Carroll, who always has such a sunny outlook on life :)
How I'm Feeling (Bitch & Moan section)
At my eighteenth treatment, I am on Gabapentin; a nerve pain reliever, Magic Mouthwash; a numbing agent, a mouthwash for thrush (a condition that seems to come with the radiation territory), a topical numbing gel for the inside of my mouth, a (what I think is a) mild narcotic for throat pain and (Oh how it kills me to say this word...) a STOOL softener because all the meds do a number on the pipes. Oh, plus fluoride for the teeth every night. I was contemplating getting myself a pretty pill case then thought in horror: "Old Lady-hood is raising its ugly head". Plastic baggies will do just fine for a few more weeks.
a.k.a. Dining Room Table
Bless their hair covered hearts.