Since I rarely keep my mouth shut on here, the medical treatment I’m having is 10 days of radiation therapy. I don’t have cancer…it isn’t anything like that….but that’s where it gets complicated and boring.
I’ve been putting it off because of the 5 hours of hellish driving I’ll be doing every day but more importantly, I’ve been thinking about glowing in the dark and superheroes.
It seems like most superhero stories have radioactive accidents. Duh, haven’t they learned anything from reading other superhero stories?
Stay away from radioactive spiders, don’t fall into radioactive vats of radioactive goo, ummmm….. that’s as far as my superhero knowledge goes. And I think it was the Joker or Catwoman who fell into radioactive goo…maybe?
So, while trying to go to sleep for the past week, I’ve been lying in bed thinking of all the animals I could be crossed with during my therapy treatment.
Yeah, I don’t get me either.
I’ve decided if I’m going to be mutated with anything, I want it to be with a rabbit. I reluctantly decided that my rabbit vibrator wouldn’t be a good choice and settled on a real rabbit.
I really doubt that a wild rabbit would hop into Stanford Hospital, get its little bunny butt into an elevator, press the button of the floor with his little bunny paw, hop through the hallways, somehow find me and hop into the room where I’m getting my treatment done, and at just the right moment, hop all over me as soon as those radioactive rays hit me.
But, you never know.
Maybe if I was half rabbit, half woman, I’d have more energy but I couldn’t imagine how much it would be to get waxed every week and I’d also have to hop which would be a problem because of my D’s.
Not that I’ve given any of this much thought or anything.