Today I went in for shot number two of three in this week’s Neupogen series. Tomorrow is the third shot, then six days with no shots, no treatments, before going in for the sixth chemo session next Wednesday. I have come to look forward to those days when we don’t have to plan our activities around trips to the doctor’s office or infusion center or adjust to the limitations of wearing a portable infusion pump.
We were almost late for the appointment today, thanks to a poor little hummingbird who couldn’t seem to figure out how to get out from under the gazebo cover. For about half an hour he or she fluttered about in a frenzy, its little wings beating like mad as it kept opening and closing its beak. It would fly all around close to the roof of the gazebo, hitting the cloth top but never swooping low enough to go through one of the side openings in the netting. We tried to gently coax him to fly lower with mops and brooms, to no avail, and there were no other hummers around to help guide him out. I was afraid he would exhaust himself, drop down to the floor and be pounced upon by one of the neighborhood cats. We finally decided another hummingbird was bound to show up sooner or later, so we hurriedly gathered up what we needed and headed for the car. The traffic, which was unusually heavy for the time of day, was slowed down even more by a heavy rain that had begun to fall.
We arrived just a minute before my appointment time instead of the fifteen minutes early that the clinic prefers. After signing in, I sat down waiting to be called, looked down at my feet and realized I was wearing one brown sandal and one black clog and that my socks were on inside out. This is my usual footwear at home, but I change before going out in public. Or at least, I do most of the time. I have a sore big toe on my right foot; wearing socks inside out keeps the seam from hitting the sore spot. The sandal keeps pressure off the toe. But when I wear both sandals, they throw my bum hip out of kilter. The Slogger clogs are just the right height to keep the hip aligned so that it doesn’t hurt and those are the shoes I normally wear when my toe isn’t sore and swollen. Before leaving the house I usually make sure that I’m wearing socks that don’t show whether they’re inside out or not, and I swap the sandal for the other Slogger shoe. The hummingbird adventure made me forget- or perhaps it was chemo brain striking again! Maybe I can start a new fashion trend where comfort trumps style.
When we arrived home, we were happy to see that the hummingbird had found its way out and that other hummingbirds were buzzing around the gazebo waiting their turn at the feeder. It’s dark now, the rain has stopped, although we occasionally hear thunder off in the distance. The hummingbirds have gone to roost and the frogs have moved onto the deck near the water garden, filling the air with sounds of their romantic serenades. I wonder if we’ll see more frog spawn in the water garden tomorrow.
|Spawn from one of Froggie's earlier romantic evenings.|
|One of our serenading frogs|