Wednesday morning o'clock drowsily awaiting the magic cocktail that is engaging my adversary. My activity level has been low the last couple of days, I talked, I watched a couple of movies and reserved my strength. I really felt "fine" (it's all relative to what I call fine at any given time based on my experience of better, or I've been worse...) the first 3 days after the first infusion round. Then, as some people once used to say "the drugs began to kick in," (who was that Hunter S. Thompson?) and the roller-coaster ride rumbles to a gut wrenching start. Built over a general landscape of vague shadows, indistinct images, unsteady wheels, and a haunting mystery that the game is afoot leaves me with the unfocused suspicion that I'm just not quite sure what I think about it.
That was 25 days ago... it has not been all-bad, so-to-speak, and there have been moments of fun, the simple things in life, laughter and children, music and stories, working together on small art projects. I promised a live blogcast from 8SE but that proved to be beyond our tech and the nurses were keeping me busy doing their
wonderful nursing things, and doping me off to nap-nap land where I have no concept of time except the grey sky outside gets dimmer.
It is of course getting dark earlier now too, and the autumn colours take me in to their mood. I have watched them at times my eye catching them as their connection with the limb and floating gently to ground. How often does one observe that singular lonely flight to earth?
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