There are SO many types of doctors

Before my May adventure (sounds so much better than seizure that revealed brain tumor, doesn't it?), I was in the midst of some dental work.  Not just your normal, everyday dental work, either.  Dental work that has required me to go from having a "Dentist" to having: 1) a dentist; 2) an endodontist; 3) an oral surgeon; and 4) a periodontist.  I met my new periodontist yesterday, and we came to the conclusion that whatever the hell she was going to do should be postponed till I finish radiation.  And then (and I swear this is true), she did an x-ray of the tooth she is going to eventually periodont.  What's a little extra radiation at this point?  But even with that, Dr. Robinson the periodontist has now become my favorite dental professional.  She did nothing, agreed that everything could wait, and only charged me $75. 

I used to have only a "Doctor."  And actually, I haven't seen the actual "Doctor" at this practice, but have Sarah the Physician's Assistant.  I like Sarah.  She doesn't refer to herself as an "Extender."  And since this is Austin, she is also a musician and gigs at night.

But now I have a long chain of medical professionals, connected like some childhood game you play on road trips where you have to use one of the previous words in your answer.  From neurologist to neurosurgeon to neuro oncologist to radiation oncologist.  And likely need to throw in radiation Extender.  Though that can't possibly be her actual title.

So, Dr. Robinson gave me a starter dose of radiation.  I go in Friday to get the process started to get the full treatment.  Looking for the bright side, it occurred to me that radiation might have a literal bright side.

Jill likes to read in bed, and I generally fall asleep before her.  I did buy her a book light, but it's possible I might glow a little bit, helping illuminate her book.  Hey, the Extender didn't say it wouldn't happen. Jill pointed out I generally sleep on the side that will be irradiated, thereby minimizing any beneficial lighting.

But then we both remembered the Easy Bake Oven, that used a 200 watt bulb to cook brownies in, like, 6 hours.  What if the radiation makes my head the "Easy Microwave Oven"?  Perhaps I can strap a Lean Cuisine on my head before I go to sleep and it could be cooked by lunchtime the next day.

Yes, I know that is ridiculous.  If I was going to try that, I'd go full-on Hungry Man Fried Chicken with tater tots, corn, and brownie.  It all comes back to the brownie.