Well I'm not happy, not happy at all, bad enough that Fred moans about my efforts to cater to him, bad enough that somethings up with my old mate Sarge, have I unwittingly offended him?

Far worse is my radiation treatment started Monday and I may have to endure 45 days because my prostates enlarged and so they have to use a low dose. Originally treatment was 28 straight days (weekends excepted)

Its no fun at all as I have to be dressed for Arctic conditions like a michelin man preparatory to being wheelchair hustled downstairs by three men, left outside the medical building which is always a windy situation, its hard to stay warm when you cant move, the buildings heat is minimal

so I'm shivering half naked as they put me on this wonderful machine that does laser alignment, radiation and CAT scan - oh and of course theres the hassle of getting undressed and reclothed and taking to Dr.Couldntcareless.

An agonising bumpy ambulette ride home at approx 4pm after an hour or two's wait for the ambulette and we're both knackered but theres food to be fetched and bed to be made and of course undressing which is no easy task.

So I'm unhappy, in pain and pretty frigging grumpy!