Yesterday, in the last week of school, I played in the annual teachers vs. 6th graders soccer game. I've been doing that since I came to this (soccer-mad) school 9 years ago.
The experience when I first came to the school was quasi-religious. It lit up circuits dormant since I was about 10 years old: the spatiality of the game, the focus of the game. [Note: this may be the basis of how I behave at political demos.]
As one commentator famously said, "Some people believe football is a matter of life and death...I can assure you it is much, much more important than that." I would not go that far, but it is pretty cool.
Anyway, yesterday I was on top of the world physically. Now, to quote a favorite olde epitaph, I am a poor caitiff.
Radiation treatment on my throat will make swallowing feel comparatively like it does when you have strep throat. (As a kid, I thought it meant your throat was stripped.) To keep my weight constant and the tumor in the same place for the radiation (X-ray radiation, actually), I have a gastro-something-or-other tube installed to inject "food" directly into my stomach.
If anyone can find that Alan Watts quote about not trusting anyone who refers to food as fuel, I would appreciate seeing that.
It might have been nice for Kaiser to let me know that I would be pretty fucked up for the next 24 hours. I have 3 sub days this week, the last week of the school year. I will not relinquish the last day of school, though, not unless there is bleeding, severe dizziness, or projectile vomiting.
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Couldn't find the quote
"Somebody said that football's a matter of life and death to you, I said 'listen, it's more important than that'." -Bill Shankly, Liverpool Manager
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