smokingboot

The radiotherapy planning session wasn't really a planning session at all.

It was a CT scan. The idea was to work out exact positioning for the beams that will undoubtedly give me superpowers. Because of the needle thing they didn't use tattoo guns, but drew all over me and covered me with stickers instead.

As I sat waiting, a woman opposite me said 'You're looking very pleased with yourself.'

She was with her partner, and from my limited judgement, appeared to be a chemo patient. When I looked at her I couldn't work out if she was being friendly or not, there was something odd about her expression. I wasn't sure she was best pleased with me. Jokes and absurdities turn up in my head and make me laugh but they're often hard to explain beyond the boundaries of my brain. I hope she didn't think I was laughing at her.

I just smiled back, wondering if I have resting smirk face.

Russ couldn't take me to the hospital because he is still quite ill. But I could do it, and while still coughing and tired out by going there and back again, not so incredibly tired as I have been.

That's a hopeful sign.