I just ate a homemade chicken pot pie for dinner with my folks, and I'm drinking tea in a sweatshirt and pajama pants that have pine trees and little skiing people on them. I hate skiing, but they're mad cute.
I have to get an upper endoscopy tomorrow morning to check out what's going on in my stomach. They sedate you, they send a little lighted camera down your throat to check out what's going on, which kind of reminds me of The Frizz:
Yes, let's.
The appointment is at 6:45 am, which kind of makes sedating me pointless. I don't become a functioning human being for about two hours if I wake up before 9. I'm not really looking forward to it, mainly because I don't understand how an involuntary action like choking or gagging doesn't happen. Though I guess the unconsciousness helps with that.
Radiation has been going well, I suppose. I had my fifth session out of 20 today, which puts me at being done around October 24th, less than 3 weeks from now.
Oh God, just got a wave of anxiety because usually by now I will have done 3 or so dress rehearsals of my Halloween costume (which consists of me hanging out in my room for a few hours in full makeup) but I don't even have anything together yet. I have, however, been keeping a file on my desktop of inspiration.
Anyway, I switched to an earlier time slot, which resulted in me being treated by a different, much friendlier tech than last week. I actually felt good asking him some questions concerning how radiation actually works. I mean, I didn't get much further than ascertaining that the lasers are shot into my chest first, then my back to avoid crisping my chest too much, but I felt a lot more comfortable with the new guy than the others.
This past weekend I went to a bar in Astoria and the bouncer told me he liked my "haircut." I was so close to being like ,"OH, you mean my hair GROWTH but thanks so much," but realized it was best to stick to the last half of that response.
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