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Oct. 13th, 2004 11:58 amSo yesterday afternoon I left work early and went to the U of M hospital with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
boffy to get her fitted and scanned for the radiation therapy.
On the drive to the University, she told me she had typed out a long rambling post for her journal and LJ ate it. She finally goes to make a post and LJ eats it, typical. So bug her to do it again, the second version after a eaten LJ post is usually better anyways.
She checked in and I rambled about the University for an hour or so. I went down to where my mother used to work, the K-E receiving dock. As a kid I spent many many hours there before my dentist appointments in the 1980 to 1984 era. This place was punk rock ground zero it was so cool. All the cool posters and art and crazy people and the hippest on the cutting edge music of the day (punk, ska, old country, heavy metal). Everything was covered in concert flyers, silly pictures and graffiti. The woman all wore lineman boots (including my mom) and the slogan “Hail High Heel” with a drawing of a Redwing lineman boot was found on many surfaces. And although they hid it from me, I am sure they were all almost constantly stoned.
Then you come to the year 2004. Everything is gone, the whole area is clean, quiet and sterile and I only knew one face. I strolled in to the dock and everyone looked at me blankly. I belted out a “anyone left from 1984?” One lone voice responed, Bruce. I talked with him a little, I got the scoop on why the place had unfortunately gone uphill and where all the crazy people had gone. One of them is even a assistant dean at the university now.
Bruce seemed happy that I showed up to explain to all the youngins working there now that the place used to be an absolute ape house. That we let the lab hamsters and mice run free from time to time and played with the dry ice. That I was sorry that it appeared they were professional and on the ball.
So Boffy went through her measurements and scan, tumor zapping starts Monday and runs 28 days Monday through Friday.
The whole process left her a bit out of it and slightly depressed. All efforts to cheer her up were failing in a miserable fashion. Good thing I keep my iPod well stocked with Garrison Kielor News From Lake Wobegone. We listened to that on th drive home and it cheered us both up. Good Minnesotan, Lutheran friendly humor.
Yes, I’ve got Garrison Kielor in my iPod, go away, it came in handy.
Now, Boffy needs to make her rant post she lost. So? What are you waiting for? Rant you silly wife of mine.
boffy to get her fitted and scanned for the radiation therapy. On the drive to the University, she told me she had typed out a long rambling post for her journal and LJ ate it. She finally goes to make a post and LJ eats it, typical. So bug her to do it again, the second version after a eaten LJ post is usually better anyways.
She checked in and I rambled about the University for an hour or so. I went down to where my mother used to work, the K-E receiving dock. As a kid I spent many many hours there before my dentist appointments in the 1980 to 1984 era. This place was punk rock ground zero it was so cool. All the cool posters and art and crazy people and the hippest on the cutting edge music of the day (punk, ska, old country, heavy metal). Everything was covered in concert flyers, silly pictures and graffiti. The woman all wore lineman boots (including my mom) and the slogan “Hail High Heel” with a drawing of a Redwing lineman boot was found on many surfaces. And although they hid it from me, I am sure they were all almost constantly stoned.
Then you come to the year 2004. Everything is gone, the whole area is clean, quiet and sterile and I only knew one face. I strolled in to the dock and everyone looked at me blankly. I belted out a “anyone left from 1984?” One lone voice responed, Bruce. I talked with him a little, I got the scoop on why the place had unfortunately gone uphill and where all the crazy people had gone. One of them is even a assistant dean at the university now.
Bruce seemed happy that I showed up to explain to all the youngins working there now that the place used to be an absolute ape house. That we let the lab hamsters and mice run free from time to time and played with the dry ice. That I was sorry that it appeared they were professional and on the ball.
So Boffy went through her measurements and scan, tumor zapping starts Monday and runs 28 days Monday through Friday.
The whole process left her a bit out of it and slightly depressed. All efforts to cheer her up were failing in a miserable fashion. Good thing I keep my iPod well stocked with Garrison Kielor News From Lake Wobegone. We listened to that on th drive home and it cheered us both up. Good Minnesotan, Lutheran friendly humor.
Yes, I’ve got Garrison Kielor in my iPod, go away, it came in handy.
Now, Boffy needs to make her rant post she lost. So? What are you waiting for? Rant you silly wife of mine.
