T-I-R-E-D….yes I know Sandra, I am supposed to keep my sunny side up and all that, but I swear I am just a wee bit cranky and I can’t sleep right now for whatever addled reason.  My busy brain needs to pipe down and keep quiet.

So I go in for radiation.  I get zapped and I have a check in with my radiation oncologist whom I love but she is telling me how I have to keep my left arm up all the time – that is because it’s the left breast getting the daily zap of radiation.

But  how am I supposed to do this all the time?  Am I supposed to develop a Monty Python-like gait or something? And yes, I am now up to TWO creams three times a day, and trying to find comfortable wire-free bras and camisoles that give me a little support, don’t hurt, and don’t make me see a toothless mountain mama with low slung udders in the mirror.  Sorry but I hate, hate, hate not looking right under clothes and this whole no real bra thing or underwire thing during radiation is obviously necessary, but it is very unattractive.

Yes, it is all about me. And I don’t have the largest chest, but I don’t have the smallest either and I am too damn old to look cute bra-free.

Oh this weekend the fatigue caught up with me and I fell asleep, yes kid deep sleep asleep at my friend’s house after dinner.  Sponge Bob Square Pants put me right out apparently. But before that I had a swell time playing with the cutest kittens.

Many thanks to my hot mama Sherry for Driving Miss Daisy today…she had a mammogram after driving me to radiation.  That concept can’t be much fun.

And oh yes, they were filming a movie in my neighborhood today…that was kind of fun.

The cross-eyed  slightly cranky pants tired gal is going to bed now. 

10 down, 25 to go.