I had an earlier appointment today, and as we had over half an hour to kill, decided to have a cup of coffee.
Or at least Hubby did.
I was called in on arrival by a very nice nurse and allowed to bring my coffee (and Hubby) with me into the waiting area, which was through a different door to where we usually sit.
Apparently the two people before me had to drink some water before their treatments, and as they were running ten minutes late, decided to use me as catch up. I didn’t mind, and just thought that my coffee would be a nice temperature to drink when I came out.
In the shower yesterday, my skin felt really sore but wasn’t broken, inflamed or swollen, so I thought I’d mention it this morning. I was assured it was nothing to do with the new series of treatment, but a continuation of the previous treatment’s effects which could go on for a few weeks. Seems I shall be doing an impression of a slow cooker for a while to come on both counts then.
I took an interest in what was going on though, seeing the template of The Blue Boob which looked like an early draft copy of a road map. There was a circle within a circle to note the position of the nipple, a dot for my tattoo on that side, a railway track to mark the site of my scar, and four surrounding half lines making a rectangle which is used to line up the machine.
Photos: the blue booby bird or if you prefer, this guy, who’s pretty cute too (and all much more interesting than my template).
I have to admit I thought the machine was going to kiss me today, it came so close!