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Rubbing shoulders with the famous
10.50 o2 94/5 % pr 88 Formaterol
12.20 Taxi for hospital arrived to home.
Not met the driver before. Good that he speaks a bit of English.
He said something about the drivers joining in the agricultural sttike may cause a bit of a problem.
We shall see.
The radio is on and the talk is about the. Agricultural strike
We have stopped at a big place near Air. As I write I am not sure why.
The driver is assisting an old guy into the front seat of the taxi.
They are talking a little. Good for my French comprehetion.
I am not quite sure where we are as I have not been looking where we are going and do not recognise
much in spite of being near home.
20.24 back on the normal route to the Clinic at Mazert. I think the driver’s name is Fred.
Any way, that is what the screen on the navigation device on the dashboard indicates S23+Fred.
I am not sure if this is a company taxi or a private taxi being run by Fred or i that is the name of a radio station.
I wonder if this treatment is going to have the same negative effects as the last lot. I hope not.
There are only 2 or three more session planned.
Of course, I do not know as to what to expect.
We shall see.
I have been feeling better and better over the last few months and wonder what would be the outcome
if I had opted to forgo the offer of further radiation/chemo or whatever it is.
It is one of those things one can not know. The statistics look good, but, every one is different and one size does not fit all.
If it is all a matter of where one puts one’s faith one may wonder where agnostics stand.
13.00 No sign of any negative effects of strikes, yet.
We have not yet reached the urban area and things are looking good.
The sun is shining on the snow-capped Pyrenees on the horizon and the crops in the fields are sprouting. Verdence commences.
Where is Vivaldi just when one could do with him?
Only one vapour trail of a jet heading south visible in the sky.
Just noticed a smaller plane, much lower, probably military from a nearby airfield.
013.00 we are in the outskirts of urban area, Hauterive. ETA about 10 mins?
Driver took us through the blocks of flats avoiding the main routes completely. No sight of any hold-ups.
13.20 in waiting area for Pluto radio/laser treatment,
it’s only 5 meters from Saturne
13.24 in The chap I arrived with has gone for his treatment.
13.32 not particularly busy. Maybe 4 other patients waiting.
One has just go into Saturne after first going in to Pluton
The woman in the next seat to me seems to have lost her hair.
The chap that went into Pluton has just left it ant went into Saturn and has gone into Pluton again.
13.38 Another chap has just left Pluton.
My! It is all action here.
13.41 Nibble of sandwich
13.42. The bald lady, Mdm.Le Crochet, has just gone inte Pluto.
I wonder if it was nurse Ratchet who called her in.
13.45 swig of protien supplement.
13.47 the chap that rode in the taxi with me here has just exited Pluton.
13.59 sitting in changing room having been told 5 minutes previously to take my shirt off. Which I did.
Thank goodness for vests.
14.33 Finished today’s treatment session.
14.45 In Taxi
Except that it was stressed that I must not move during the course of the treatment.
Just when my nose started to itch.
I resested the urge to scratch it and the feeling passed.
The pins and needles started followed by the sense that I had to move my feet.
Toe wiggling, a trick that I learned on the parade ground at Halton,
I never had time to get a good look at the large screen to my right that I could see out of the corner of my eye.. there were various columns of figures on in that I could rot fathom.
The procedure was not like a scan where the patient passed through an aperture or small tunnel.
The platform I was lying on was remotely adjusted by the radiographers ? And several screens, Ray devices and sensors automatically passed over me over the course of about half an hour. It was all rather surreal.
Eventually it was over and the operator said that I could go. It was just a matter of getting up. Not easy with a wedge propped under my knees
That taxi driver forgot to take his route through the flats and we are in a bit of a bouchon. tractors in evidence.
Viva la j revolution!
There is a tractor see pic with a trailer with a luncheon table on the back of it with people seated around it. comedy or farce?
15.00 we seem to be moving
15.50
Back home.
It turns out that my fellow passenger who lives in a big old house just across the river from us is MICHEL GUÉRARD’s uncle.
lespresdeugenie.com/en/dining/3-michelin-star-restaurant-michel-guerard/How I rub shoulders with the famous
Perhaps I can angle an invite to lunch.