We got to the hospital early today, hoping we’d get done early; and sure enough, they put me right into the little waiting room outside the radiology room. My radiation treatment, I was told, would be ready “in just a few minutes.”
So there I sat for half an hour, a captive audience to daytime TV. These shows promote the worship of celebrities I never heard of. They talk real fast about the most uninteresting things you can imagine. My brain began to ossify. I suppressed an urge to scream.
Finally a nurse told me that my treatment today was cancelled, the machine wasn’t working, something about a key that used to fit 45 minutes ago but now didn’t.
That’s that for the weekend. I need the time off, anyway. Five days a week is enough.