FOOD

Humm, here I am again unable to eat since midnight. I think I'll write a book about the new hospital diet. Between pretty the unexciting food (a disappointment being in a foodie city) they serve and how they keep making you stop eating, one is sure to lose weight, especially when they start taking out body parts and all the blood letting they call testing. This is the third week in a row that they have kept me from eating, not to mention not getting my treasured cup of java in the morning.

Off for my first PET scan today. Called my cousin Kathy yesterday to get the skinny on it - she has had a ton of them. Sounds like a breeze to be strapped to a bed, after they give you radiated sugar water in an IV. Humm, why can't I drink the water if they put sugar in it. I know, cancer cells like sugar better than I do and they will light up and say "here we are" if there are any other of those little monsters playing around inside me. Then it is Pizza time (maybe a good coffee first).

This afternoon it is blood letting time again. Back to the other hospital for pre-op testing. More bloodletting, screening and EKGing.

As I reread this it is sounding pretty up beat, especially when things start getting dicey and uncomfortable. Speaking of that, I am very thankful I am felling so much better after my accident so they can make me feel crappy again just so can feel better again. Isn't this a strange pattern.

Till the next time,
Mar