Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Chalk on another day

It's only a day. But I've been here for 240 days, give or take a week. Today while I was on the phone trying to figure out how to handle my insurance mess with a man named Duff, I was asked by the radiology tech whether I wanted to go next or to cede to the guy next to me. Since I was in the middle of trying to figure out my insurance mess with a guy named Duff, I let the guy go first. He went and then the Proton Radiation machine broke. I waited. And I waited. At five o'clock, after six hours of waiting, I was told that I have to wait until tomorrow--meaning that I have to put back finishing one more day. I was trying to get out of one mess when I ended up in another.

Now, I know. It's only one more day. But please understand. I can't stand being here an extra second. I dread it. I hate it. And if anything else goes wrong with the Proton Radiation machine, I gotta stay until Monday. That will be hell. It's not just like a person in prison being told they have to stay one more day. The person in prison isn't surrounded by old, fat, dumb Texans. Also, I think they have cable in prison, even if the channel selection is controlled by a murderer named Jose. This is worse than prison. Sure there's rape but here there's Bingo night. 

I think I've been pretty positive about this since I've gotten here. You tell me to stay strong. I stay strong. But I can't stay strong any more. Tonight's big event was the hat cart. Did you ever see a bunch of old people at Walmart fighting over the latest sale? That's the hat cart. 

I can't drink this away. It's not a good idea to get drunk. Plus, where could I drink? The bar is already closed.  I'd love to take some heavy narcotics and sleep this away but I'm pretty much immune to any effect drugs can have. And as we've covered here time and again, I can't escape by watching TV much. What am I supposed to do? 

My only solution is Facebook. Yep. I need to bug people on Facebook. That can make me escape. I know. Some of you out there think it's crap. This new technology is keeping us from enjoying life. But make one exception. 

If you have other suggestions, please be my guest and suggest away. And before you offer it, porn doesn't work. The chemo ruined my plumbing for a while. 


  1. The answer to your sad plight is obvious. If the chosen vices of sex, drugs and booze have been taken away, you are left with smoking or gambling. Since you don't smoke, voila, it's time to start gambling.

    I also like to pop onto the internet and run searches on famous people who died in interesting ways. Bob Crane, George Reeves, Sam Cooke to name a few. Morbid, yes, but also entertaining.

    Hang in there, full participation in all vices and the return to your normal life are just around the corner.

  2. EEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWWWWW...........see what being a nice guy will do to ya?! On the other hand, maybe being in the Proton Machine when it tanks isn't a good scenario either....no, I think it was Duff's fault....damn that man! You need to get a Nurf Bat and do some serious wallin' on fixed/inanimate objects....and scream & curse a LOT.....you'll feel so much better when you release all that pent-up crap that's been seething inside of you all these months.....the emotions and bad Ju BE GONE!!!!!