24-26 August 2021

     Vision is horrible today.  This seems to be a rapidly deteriorating issue.  I struggled to read, write Carla on my tablet, and work on my cubist self-portrait.

     I have to be prepared that the total brain radiation Dr. Bradley plans to do will not work and at some point I will lose usable vision before I die.

    Our HSU pulled some of my medication without consulting me.  I heard a story on NPR how health care is a three legged stool.  In corrections they tend to ignore the most important leg, the patient.

25 August 2021

     Chest pain is sharper today, arm and shoulder less functionable,  but my vision is better.

     Was given a "cellie," Chris Larson.  Forty-nine and has spent his life in and out of prison.

     I started laying paint on my in-the-style-of van Gogh self-portrait today.

26 August 2021

     Chest pain is sharper today and the shoulder is less functionable today.  I see a growing a trend.

     I gave myself an under/over date of 8 February 2021.  I will obviously know if I exceed the date.  But if I do not I cannot exactly say, "I told you so". I will be dead.

     You do not know if you die.  You can know you are dying, but I do not think you will know the point that you die, because you will be dead.  Plus when you think you are at that point, you might not die.

    I went to UW today and had a CAT scan, an MRI, and was fitted for a mask for targeted oncology radiation.

     I came back to the prison and ran 2.41 miles, albeit very slowly.

    OSCI is running contests on Labor Day, including a mile run.  They have prizes, and break it up by age group.  

     I believe I will be coming off two weeks of radiation treatment on Labor Day weekend.  But I do not for see anything, except DOC officials physically preventing me from doing so, from keeping me from running that mile race.  

     I do not know how fast I will run.  I am not exactly moving all to fast as it is now.