I had to go to the cancer center for a CT scan so they could pinpoint where they're going to zap me for my radiation treatments. I got blue marker drawings all over my belly and pelvis and 3 freckle-sized tattoos. The hardest part was that I had to lay perfectly still for about half an hour on a very hard surface. That gave me way too much time to think about how much I do not want to go through radiation.
People who've read my blog before will notice I'm not talking about politics. I'm too depressed about what happened Tuesday. And scared. Branstad got elected governor and the Republicans took over the Iowa house, which means there's a very good chance that the state health insurance program I'm on will be cut. At least I should be through with my cancer treatment before that happens - unless they find more cancer in one of my checkups. If I have a recurrence after they've cut the program, I'm screwed. The cancer center made it very clear on my first visit - if you don't have insurance and you can't pay, you can go to hell for all they care.
I've been watching "The Nanny" every night on Nick at Nite. I've got the theme song stuck in my head - "the flashy girl from Flushing, the nanny named Fran."
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It was bad here.
We were one little spot of blue / violet in a sea of Texas red.
In our county, only 3 Dems kept the seats, 2 unopposed judges and a State Rep. ... everyone else gone.
So I still have Daddy Paul as my Rep, and the country must suffer his lunatic prodigal son, Ayn Rand, tilting at windmills in the Senate.
Progressivism is dead.
Let the 'conservative' fools destroy this country ...
then maybe we can have real change.
Viva la Revolucion !
And Obama is the one who killed it. He's already caving on tax cuts for millionaires.
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