2007 — 17 September: what? Monday again already?
"Our" usual lads from the ambulance transport showed up, but in fact the next radiation session isn't until tomorrow. No matter; they literally come from just around the corner at the Fire and Ambulance station on Leigh Road so little or no time will have been lost for another patient.
The GP rang, too, to assure herself that we'd had a better, pain-free, weekend on the new meds (steroids to tackle the inflammation, basically) and the increased morphine and amitriptylene. We had indeed, for the most part. Very little use of the topup liquid morphine.
All this before breakfast! Busy1 day, huh? Plus, She got in a bit of chatting on her new digital cordless phone. This is good, and it helps her relax. But it delayed the intake of some of the meds slightly, including the next batch of slow-release morphine, and the unwelcome burning pain saw its opportunity and returned briefly. It reckoned without my skill with a cold compress, however. So now (10:22) I can finally grab myself a quick bite — I can't really relax enough for food until I know a) She has had Her meds, b) She's clean and comfortable, and c) She's not agitated about anything in the immediate future. (Dreams, and waking remnants of them, can be very confusing for my poor girl at the moment.)
A year or so ago, we had some wonderful photos of Christa taken for us by Brynja Maughan. She's very kindly sent the digital images over to me. Here's just one of them. Click the pic:
Rocket science
There's a new biography2 out about German rocket scientist Wernher von Braun. It gives reviewer Guy Gugliotta the chance to slip in a delicious snippet from one of the best satirists on the planet:
Don't say that he's hypocritical
Say rather that he's apolitical.
"Once the rockets are up, who cares where they come down?
That's not my department," says Wernher von Braun