last time

today was dad's last radiation treatment. we got the same porter as last time but this time he zoomed off with dad after he got him in his chair, leaving mom and i in his dust.

they segregated us from the regular wait room. we had to sit in the hall. like the nurse carried the chairs from the waiting room into the hall. i didn't ask why, but i wondered if it was because last time i was coughing and then dad came back, had a drink, water down the wrong whole and coughed his head off without a mask. the couple across from us seemed to flinch with every cough.  i wonder if they complained.  anyway we were segregated and had a bit of a wait.

 dad told two nurses/technitians/doctors walking past that if they paid more for  their shoes that they wouldn't squeak. then he told a lady pushing a patient in a bed, past us, that she missed us. just then his foot banged something on the bed. haha.

the cheerful porter came back to pick up dad. there was a wait so he started chatting up mom. he had a weird life philisophy that he droned on about. it was "to be". you don't want to hear it.

so back at the car cheerful philosophist porter was helping dad into the car and to my alarm was insisting he step in first. knowing his penchant for slithering to the ground i raised the alarm at which point he indulged in some man-splaning. but in the end after dad had a near slithering, we managed to get the porter to do it the right way blissfully unaware that he and his method was the cause for the hullaballoo. ah well.

back at home mom made us each half a grilled cheese .

then i went up to complete the hambone soup. dad was excited about it.

oh and i tie-dyed a sheet!