This post is adapted from one of only three e-mails I sent this morning. As you can see, I'm not very productive, so I decided to make it serve double duty and inform more of my friends of what is going on here in my own little corner of Seattle's Capitol Hill.
I was awake all night long, so as a result am feeling quite fragile. Also, I need to get things organized for my cyberknife procedure which should be on Thursday afternoon--this is not guaranteed, however. I will get a call on Wednesday to confirm. I need a ride with a flexible friend, that was one of the e-mails that went out first thing.
Younger Son is coming over to do a few things for me today and to provide moral support, also I have to make some medical phone calls. Too bad I am out of coffee--that would help with the calls.
Once we get the two plutos in my head nuked and left for dead, road kill in my brain--what an image!--Dr. Lee the First plans to take a look at the rest of me (from the neck down). This will probably also involve a change in treatment.
And so it goes. Not dead yet, but there are days ....
My friend wrote, in the e-mail to which this post was a reply:
"TODAY: Waiting and watching for cold symptoms. I had to be at a gathering where some very thoughtless person arrived en cold."
My reply to THAT:
You can carry your own cold mask, you know. Be sure to make eye contact with the person with the symptoms as you put it on. Works wonders. Of course, you will look weird, but you won't get sick. Even better (I thought of this later), casually pull out a spare mask and hand it over.
Now, if you were in Japan or China, you wouldn't look weird at all, you would look considerate. And you would probably not get sick.