Today, I had only just arrived at the hospital when I was called through for treatment. Normally, you arrive, announce yourself to the receptionist and sit on the cream chairs in the main waiting room (the colour of the chairs is very important, since it represents where you are in the cycle of referral, planning or treatment and moves from green through pink to cream!). The next move is into the waiting area directly outside the treatment room. As I headed for a seat in that area, the radiographer informed me that I was to "go straight through", so I didn't get a chance to look at the rather elderly and well-thumbed magazines in that waiting area - and I'd only just begun to read a salacious article in a red top newspaper in the main waiting area before I was called in for treatment today, so I'm now lacking my daily dose of scandal!
The session was finished quickly, as usual. Once again, as I was arranged on the bed, I contemplated how difficult it is not to help someone who's moving you about; it simply doesn't feel right to lie there like a lump of meat. However, for the last couple of days, I've been put in position very fast.
The radiographers and I are beginning to recognise each other in a crowd now - we'll be good friends by the time all this is over, I think. And now I know the answer to my question about why treatment fractions seem to occur in multiples of seven plus one; they don't necessarily. It all depends...
Now it's the weekend, so two 'free' days. Bliss!!
Sixteen more sessions... and counting...
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