|Mechanical horse at the Musee Mechanique |
at Fisherman's Wharf which in general is a
terrible tourist trap
You have to lie completely still - very comfortable - on the scanning table which moves you through the tube three times. The first two times are the CT AKA 'Cat' scan which provides the sort of map to go with the PET scan. The third time through, it spends four minutes on each area as it makes its way down your body.
There was a lady with a cane on the lift with me up to the trailer (apparently people injure themselves on the stairs). She said last time she was fine, but she had gotten really bad neuropathy (numb feet) so she couldn't walk as well. She was sort of on the older side, don't know how old. I thought, geez, I guess my neuropathy isn't that bad...
After a 'Castro Omelette' breakfast at the Squat and Gobble in the Haight, we saw Total Recall at 1000 Van Ness. I enjoyed it, and, it seems, anything post-apocalyptic. Plus Colin Farrell is terribly hunky. I haven't been eating at home, at all, it's probably very bad. In fact...had popcorn at the theater with that super fake butter which probably has that fake fat stuff reputed to give one diarrhea, and it did. (Thankfully we had been early for the movie so I didn't miss anything.) Probably radioactive diarrhea, but that might be TMI?
Tomorrow: pilates, Kaiser cancer support group, and Dawn's KM ceremony at the Center.
I am astonished by my own stamina. In the past if I would do this much I would start to feel like I was on the verge of a breakdown. Even going to a movie...But I feel fine...