“I’m becalmed, Jim! I need a noggin of rum…”
I think I may have just stumbled into an exceedingly low point in my life. (I’m becalmed, Jim!”)
Went to the hospital for my radiation treatments. Today it was wait and wait and wait… in a room with daytime TV. Then the treatment had to be interrupted–here, have some more waiting–and resumed. Losing track of the time, but I think by then we were zeroing in on the two-hour mark. It was almost 5:00 when we got home. (No, I won’t say why the treatment had to be interrupted.)
Well, at least I can have my iced tea.
Uh, no, you can’t. Reaching for the glass, I knocked it over, spilled it all, had to clean up the mess. And my hands, for some reason, are freezing. I’ve heard that chemotherapy can make you clumsy and give you brain fog. I’ve got ’em both.
My hip hurts. Again.