Day -5: Tis a far far better thing ...
We had a fond farewell from Sam this morning as Susan and I headed for Charlotte for my two weeks of treatment at Atrium Hospital. The back of Susan's Subaru is loaded with clothes, books, computer and other necessities of 21st century living before we move into our new temporary digs. I'm currently hooked up to an IV which is dripping the third batch of stuff I've never heard of into me, including something to stop me barfing (which I have felt no inclination to do). It's getting on for 5 pm. and our apartment is only about a mile away so rush hour traffic shod not be a problem. We haven't checked in yet and, considering how much stuff we've brought in addition to 2 suitcases of clothes, we're hoping that they have a sturdy baggage cart or two.
I've resisted the temptation to bring a guitar and have settled for a pile of DVDs, half a dozen books that range from sci-fi to calculus, the inevitable laptop and, of course, a cribbage board and a deck of cards. With luck I will have brought the right cables to hook up a laptop to the TV - dunno if I'll be able to get any rugby, it being regarded with the same apathy here as gridiron is in NZ.
What else do I have lined up for the next two weeks, other than isolation broken only by an hour or two at the hospital every day. Somewhere in there I am going to try some dictation software as I have a novel busting to get out but my typing is getting worse than its previous inept level. I wonder how it gets on with formulae. The medical folks say that this treatment is nothing like as vile as my previous dose so that's encouraging.
Ooooh, another book. Saving Romford part II or something completely different?
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