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Today was ever so slightly better than yesterday, but I am eagerly heading off to bed. My stomach sometimes does not feel good, but it isn’t so bad that I need to take anything.
I met with the radio oncologist this morning. This time my session was more amenable. I change tactics a bit. Instead of waiting seated, I waited standing. When he came in and said some like “Good morning Mr. Armstrong,” I quickly corrected him. I told him my name is Ted. I told him that only telemarketers and 10-year old children call me Mr. Armstrong.
I also stood more closely to him. He is shorter than I am. I asked him if the radiation could raise my body temperature, as I feel it has. He said no. But then he also told me I couldn’t see what I’m seeing during the radiation. I shrugged it off. He can his way and I’ll go mine.
Good night.
Posted by The Vorlon at March 20, 2006 9:22 PMGlad to see that you stood up to him. Maybe he won't be so cocky next time.
Posted by: Mother & Dad at March 21, 2006 9:04 AMI doubt he'll change. A leopard can't change is spots.
Posted by: Ted at March 22, 2006 9:17 AM