Spring and the Trial Moon<\/p>\n
Thursday gratefuls:\u00a0 Melania in Pine. Heather. Tara. Trump, the worst President in U.S. history. Iran. Israel. A chaotic world. Actinium-223. Medical physicists. Rebecca. Taylor. Sam.<\/p>\n
Rene Good. Alex Pretti. Say their names.<\/p>\n
Sparks of Joy and Awe: Nuclear Medicine<\/p>\n
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Kavannah: Netzach. Perseverance. Trial began on Wednesday. I need netzach as I enter this latest round of treatment.<\/p>\n
Tarot: paused<\/p>\n
One brief shining: Sloppiness. Careless disregard for human lives. Corruption oozing from every pore. Word salad speeches. Dunning-Krueger effect all the time. Trump has cut through our once proud nation with a buzzsaw, bringing the world hegemon to its knees, not through foreign enemies, but by domestic politics.<\/p>\n
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Yesterday. Lost sleep. Went back to bed then had to get up for the drive first to Littleton, then midtown Denver. By the time I got back, I was well and thoroughly exhausted. Didn’t write.<\/p>\n
Today. Still fitful sleep, but better. More rested. Nothing out of the house today. Yay.<\/p>\n
On Tuesday Heather from Visiting Angels. An in-home care company. She was a good listener and a lover of dogs. We talked for an hour, hour and a half. I liked her and the services they offered.<\/p>\n
She said they recruit in the mountains for workers who can work up here. Glad to hear it because down the hill based services often don’t show up or charge higher prices.\u00a0Melanie, who lives in Pine, has been waiting for an assignment.<\/p>\n
Did not sign up yet. Wanted to talk to RJ and to Rich. RJ (money guy) said they’d increase my draw from the rollover to compensate. One box checked. Gonna call Rich this AM. He looked at folks he knew in the Evergreen\/Conifer area.<\/p>\n
I’m inclined to hire Visiting Angels, maybe today, if Rich has not found anybody. The worker, the Visiting Angel, would probably start next week. Tuesdays and Fridays. 4 hour shifts.<\/p>\n
I need the help.<\/p>\n
Yesterday. Bad sleep Tuesday night. Got up early, 3:30 am. Went back to bed until 6:30. Barely enough time to get ready for trial, day one.<\/p>\n
Rebecca drove her gray Volvo up to the house at 8:00 am. After a hurried breakfast of peanuts and a protein bar, I was ready.<\/p>\n
Made it to the cancer center before 9, my appointment time with Taylor, Dr. Dupathi’s other P.A. Perfunctory. Except. Sam, research co-ordinator, had my lab results. Since my last PSA, which was 92, my PSA went up to 520. Good thing I had Actinium-223 circulating about an hour later.<\/p>\n
Rebecca and I drove north toward Denver on Broadway. Past the quaint and the curious shops, later the busy Colorado Capitol building with its real gold roof, and past the Brown\u00a0 Palace Hotel.<\/p>\n
At the research center I sat in a leather recliner, felt the familiar insertion of an IV. Two nurses, me, and a medical physicist.<\/p>\n
Safety checks ahead of time, facetime with a nuclear medicine doc who had to give the go-ahead. The injection of the Actinium took five seconds. A thimble’s worth. If that.<\/p>\n
Two ekg’s, three taking of my vitals, and an hour in the recliner after the injection.<\/p>\n
About thirty minutes into the time, a nurse came with a Geiger counter. Click. Click. Click. Above my feet. Yes, the Actinium was in circulation.<\/p>\n
After a review of the stringent protocols for the next seven days, a tired me got in Rebecca’s back seat, passenger side. Keeping my distance.<\/p>\n
An hour later I let Shadow out, the first day of my trial winding down as I slumped into my chair.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Spring and the Trial Moon Thursday gratefuls:\u00a0 Melania in Pine. Heather. Tara. Trump, the worst President in U.S. history. Iran. Israel. A chaotic world. Actinium-223. Medical physicists. Rebecca. Taylor. Sam. Rene Good. Alex Pretti. Say their names. Sparks of Joy and Awe: Nuclear Medicine Kavannah: Netzach. Perseverance. Trial began on Wednesday. I need netzach … Continue reading Angels and Radioactivity<\/span>