127: Radioactive Man

I feel like this blog has unwillingly become somewhat of a medical journal. A journey through the preliminary stages of lymphoma testing told firsthand. A completely non-fictional account of one man's struggle with the forces aligned against. Ah, whatever. The truth is, i feel 100% (aside from the aching back, obviously twisted while trying to break into a car in which i had locked the keys but that's another blog). And i've felt 100% for a long long time. Whatever has been hanging around my eyes has been quiet and harmless. No pain, no itching, no vision problems. You'd barely even notice it by looking at me. The bottom line is i'm not sick. Which makes all of these tests seem tedious and unnecessary.

Hey I ain't no dummy. I know it's better to be safe than sorry and the 2 cat scans and the biopsy and the numerous blood tests and the pet scan and the upcoming bone marrow biopsy and whatever treatment they have in store are all necessary. I'm just sick of the hospital... and it's weird to get asked how i feel so often. I feel fine. If I felt like shiznit i would flat out say, "thanks for asking, i feel shiznitty." But I can't complain because, well, at least I know that people care and I have a nice support system just in case things take a swan dive. So... forget i said anything. Thank you, everybody.

I'm at work really early again. Listening to Tortoise. Taking some photos today at Schubas and then it's off to Detroit for the weekend.

I had that PET scan yesterday. They injected me with radioactive material and then made me sit around for an hour while it made its way around town. I then had to lay, wrapped up and be scanned for 77 minutes. I fell asleep during this procedure. It's their own fault for playing smooth jazz.