More Tattoos - Tuesday, January 19, 2010

If I had to describe my radiation appointment today, I would have compared it to a beehive. There I lay on the strange table that moves up and down trying to get through what has been my daily routine of late. As I lay there, it seemed like the entire radiology team swarmed about me measuring places on my skin, maneuvering the table, positioning and re-positioning the massive radiation machine, etc. Then, several of them hovered over me painting strange marks on my skin with that lovely toxic green paint that I have become so fond of. (That is tongue in cheek, of course.) Finally, one of the technicians told me that the radiologist would have to confirm that the new marks on my skin lined up perfectly with the radiology equipment. So, in he came, inspecting everything and, thankfully, approving their work lest I would have to lie there even longer. So, at this point, I think I will adopt the nickname "Biker Babe" because I have about as many tattoos, albeit temporary, to warrant that title and I also own the mandatory leather jacket. Twenty-two treatments down, eleven to go.