Radioactive Man
Tomorrow is quite a big day.
It was to have been next Wednesday but they switched it to Monday because of staff shortages [there has to be logic there somewhere?].
Tomorrow is the day when they pump me full of radioactivity and then scan me to see which parts are most radioactive. It sounds delicious?
It’s a big day as apparently it determines my future. They will either find loads of radioactivity or they won’t. This seems a little hazy though as what happens if they find some radioactivity but the Geiger counter barely wobbles?
Anyhows, lots of activity means I am riddled with cancer whereas a glowing face means they bring in the butchers and then send me home with a big hole in my face?
If I’m riddled I suppose that means tedious visits to get shit pumped into me until they finally give up and just let me rot. The other alternative means hanging around with a face that would scare the shite out of the most hardy.
Am I scared?
Of course I am. I’m terrified. Having to be in St Vincent’s Hospital before nine on a Monday morning is a prospect that would terrify anyone. I did that trip for the best part of forty years and the prospect of endless slow moving traffic jams has me petrified. How many hours do I allow for the journey? I don’t want to be too early but turning up late could mean losing my place in the queue. I am dreading that trip.
As for the scan?
Well, there isn’t much I can do about that.
Either I glow or I don’t.
Roofing for you, Richard.
All the very best for Monday, and I hope the traffic is easier than normal.
Sorry – that was meant to say ‘rooting for you’.
Autocorrect and fat fingers.
Roofing is probably more important than rooting as my previously leaking roof will testify.
Good luck Richard! I’m hoping for the best possible outcome. Stay strong.
And lo I sit on the couch and my balls do glow in the dark.
Of course my sense of humor is only to make you smile a bit. But the seriousness of the situation does not elude me. My thoughts are with you always, my friend.
They really should have warned me to abstain from sex while in their infernal machine. Maybe I can sue them?
The old Strand cigarette advert used to go ‘You’re never alone with a Strand’.
Well you’re never alone with a web-ful of folk rooting (or even roofing) for you.
Keep the faith, brother.
“How many hours do I allow for the journey?”
A tad late I know but I can’t pass up the opportunity. Just go up the night before and camp in the parking lot.
Seriously, best of luck grandad!
I couldn’t afford their overnight parking fees!
God bless you and watch over you. Good wishes to you. John
Our best wishes are with you. Good luck.
Far too late to wish you good luck, so here’s for you to have a great Tuesday with all that behind you now!
I saw your comment just before penning today’s little scribble. Sorry, but I had to laugh! Oh that life were so simple….
I have said this before but I can;t say how much I appreciate your good wishes. Considering that none of you has actually met me, it is quite humbling.