i am sitting in my cozy room, watching the large, heavy wet flakes of the nor’easter fall on the still, abandoned construction project across the way. this is a morning where i am glad i am not working, and the fact that i have a ten minute long appointment an hour away is not especially appealing. the physical drain of radiation is starting to catch up with me – at 9 pm i am ready for bed, which means i miss things like your awesome show at mercury lounge. (sorry elijah!) but more than the physical drain, it is the routine of being at the cancer center every day. i’m used to being surrounded by cancer patients all the time, and although the alopecia and weary, worried faces have taken some getting used to, nearly everyone there is ready with a smile. we’re all in this together, after all. the problem is that 34th street is not especially close to my house, and since they never built an uptown transfer between the F and 6 trains, it takes a while to get to my treatments – here’s an explanation from the times, saying a fix is coming soon. oh wait, it’s dated 2005.
speaking of the times, i left a comment on the PLX4032 articles (see below) and over 700 people clicked on groinstrong yesterday! i guess i should leave more comments with links to the site!
I always transferred @ BWay/Laf and walked to Bleeker. It’s only 1/2 a block, shorter than some underground transfers.
…yeah, the above ground transfer is not to bad. And they were nice enough to put a doggy day care with windows to pass by everyday.