Monday, 12/6/10
When my plane landed in San Diego on Thursday I had a voice mail message on my phone. It was radiation tech. She had called to say that the IMRT mapping I had done that morning wasn’t successful and they would need to repeat the procedure on Monday using a different CT scanner. This wasn’t music to my ears, but such is life. On Monday, I arrived at the imaging center around 1:00 PM to be remapped. I was handed a gown and escorted to the dressing room. I attempted to put on the gown, but it was incredibly small and I could barely get it to go over my arms. I felt like doing my impression of Chris Farley in Tommy Boy, “fat guy in a little coat”.
I opened the door slightly, peeked around and asked the tech if she had anything that wasn’t from the babyGap collection. All of the gowns were the same size so a bed sheet was the best she could do. I donned my Animal House toga and laid on the table feeling like a human sacrifice to the CT god. The alignment procedure took a few minutes to get my tats lined up. It wasn’t too long before the old back went snap, crackle & pop. Getting up off the table was difficult as usual and I kept thinking if I have to do this five days a week I’m going to need some Vicodin…paging Dr. House.
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