Finally got the call from Emory to schedule the radiosurgery. They always call our home. We are working people and we’re not home during the day. Mary, the dosimetrist, called and left a message that they want to do the treatment on Wednesday at 11:30 a.m. GREAT! I’m thinking, Delta is Ready When You Are.
I decided that I’ve made a big enough deal of this upcoming treatment on my blog that I surely must sit down and let all my readers know that I’m finally scheduled. I’m sitting here in front of the television awaiting the premiere of the movie “Restrepo” on NatGeo tonight at 9 and am tuned in to “Celtic Woman: Songs From the Heart.”
I wish I knew where I came from, what I’ve experienced, how I’m wired or exactly why I’m so moved by this music. Luckily, I only have to watch/listen to this for another 40 minutes before the movie starts and I’ll probably have tears running down my face soon. “Why don’t you change the channel,” you ask. Well, because these Celtic Woman shows are like a wrecked circus train carrying a load of strippers for me. I’m just gonna look. Period.
By the way, while I sit here sobbing and waiting for a war movie about the Valley of Death in Afghanistan (Could there possibly be an any more ridiculous pairing of evening entertainment?) I have a random question. Does anyone know anything about that pipeline that is being installed parallel with the J. R. Allen Parkway between Bradley Park Drive and River Road? Jill and I were discussing it in the car this evening and I’d like to know what is going on there.
Ah, bagpipes. My soul stirs.
So, Wednesday is Fry Day. Mary, the dosimetrist, tells me that Dr. Stapleford will be getting in touch about a couple of prescriptions. Not sure what that’s about. I’ll be packing Xanax, I know that much.
I’ve been searching the internet for pictures of the machine that will treat me on Wednesday. Turns out SRS also means sex reassignment surgery. These pictures are unbelievable and definitely not suited for this blog. My dad told me on Thanksgiving day that my mother goes through my blog and “cleans it up” before she sends it to her church friends. She’d have a field day if I included these photos!
I think the machine will look something like the picture below. I’ll be the guy lying on the table wrecked on Xanax and wrapped in plastic. But I will be awake enough to write about this adventure. It will surely be an adventure.