Beam room music rundown:
- None, nothing, nada
There was, however, a woman tech in the beam room today (one data point not supporting my hypothesis). But, she was either a substitute (…and now I’m listening to the Who song by the same name *) or a new team member.
Totally unrelated to cancer, today went sideways from the start. Little R kicked off the morning with a massive meltdown immediately after waking up. Why? Because, he asked big R to draw him a rainy day scene, and the umbrella she drew was open when he wanted it to be closed. You know how that is.
It was raining pretty hard, so we drove little R to the bus stop. Then, we left the house 5 minutes later than usual, giving ourselves only 55 minutes to get to the hospital (a trip that normally takes 30 – 35 minutes). All of Boston traffic appeared to conspire against us. I ended up jumping out of the car at the left turn light into the hospital 3 minutes before my first appointment but not before noticing the traffic-jamming media circus at the intersection because Big Papi is being treated at MGH after being shot in a bar in the Dominican Republic. On the bright side, if MGH is good enough for David Ortiz, it’s damn sure good enough for me.
My beam ran a good 30 minutes late, but it was all going to be worth it when I got that Five Guys burger bowl I’d been craving for lunch. 40 minutes after we left the hospital, we pulled into the Dedham mall parking lot only to discover, to our horror, that Five Guys is under construction until late June. Lo, it was not to be!
But hey, I’m still alive; the nausea has eased a bit now that I’m off chemo; and the end of radiation (at least, for now) is in sight. Tomorrow is little R’s “moving up” ceremony (during which he will sing and dance along to “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough,” “What I Am,” and “That’s What Friends Are For“). It’s also big R’s and my ninth wedding anniversary. Guaranteed to be a better day.
* You absolutely have to watch that video if for no other reason than to see how Keith Moon holds his drumsticks. It’s outrageous that he was that good and could hold his drumsticks like Cruella de Vil ashing her cigarette. Also, that hair!