Monday, back to work. It was hard getting out the door for my 930 AM appointment. I got anxious and couldn't find my keys, shoes I wanted, no needed to wear, and my umbrella. It was raining and foggy and my mom had insisted she drive me. Very kind, but hard to relax because she doesn't know the way. My natural control freak personality pushes me to take the wheel, but I resist. Walking through the sliding doors I was relieved that they decided to stop the Christmas music, a little Mozart is a much better choice. I went into the changing room. On the way I notice for the first time they had a large -- 30 inch wide flat screen appointment graph color coded for the four radiation rooms, with patient names, including mine. I kept walking so as not to seem too interested and turned into the ladies waiting room. The cheerful knitter was there. She likes to make conversation with everyone, even if you're sending out the don't talk to me vibe, which I do. We talked about the weather and the driving conditions and her name was called.
There is a constant stream of RT escorts taking a patient to the designated treatment for treatment, walking them back to the waiting room and greeting the next patient. You hear friendly greetings and cocktail party conversations echoing through the halls. But half of us are in loose hospital gowns and the other half in white lab coats.
They took xrays of me first today-- they'll take them every week -- another check on their aim that I don't quite understand. It all went by quickly this morning.
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