stephbg | The Big Day

After many delays, BB set off for his first round of radio and chemo this morning.

Unfortunately the special cross-the-beams face mask they made last week no longer fit around his neck, because of the swelling and humungous appetite brought on by the steroid treatment.

Start now rescheduled (again) for tomorrow afternoon...

This is almost as bad as software scheduling. Actually, it's not far off. The treatment period for BB is six weeks, and it's a common joke in software that anything can be delivered in six weeks. Just don't ask when that six weeks starts. (Closely related to the rule that you never ask an engineer if something is "possible" - the answer is always "yes" (given infinite time and resources))

Anyway, in the spirit of waiting about for BB's freakish radioactive lab accident to give him superpowers, I present today's poetry offering:

There once was a big bloke called Dave,
Whose pills made him crave crave and crave.
His neck it did grow,
'Til his new mask said "No!"
"I'll not do this until you behave!"

I never claimed it was *good* poetry. BB did report that the nurses liked Song For Trevor: The Twelve Days of Treatment