This is highlights only.  This was yesterday, our every other Wednesday great big infusion of medicine/chemicals/poison.  So there is that side of it and the other side is to work hard to make that fun.  I think that we got slightly (?) carried away but what is life for anyway?

I brought a little cooler with tapas for lunch.  I’m thinking about adding wine to that in the future.  We had dropped off Jennifer’s friend Ellen off downtown so she could shop so J and I had a couple of hours to play music too load, look at pictures of gardens in magazines, think that playing charades would be a good idea and have time left over to eat tapas.  Drinks as coffee, tea, nutritional shakes and soft drinks are available at the little cantina.  We had time to smooze with our nurses and Doc Gold (call sign Nugget) kept circling through checking on our behavior but trying to look like he wasn’t.

At some point Ellen taxi cabbed in and added her two cents.  Oh, but this is after I was told to turn down my music.  OK, OK,  I thought that is what ear plugs were for.  Catherine had sent me this great song known as St. Francis’ breastplate.  I will get you a link soon.  So the three of us played charades.  We were rusty but enthusiastic.  This is great Cammando training in non verbal communication which is needed for certain delicate capers.  As luck would have it J got words like corn while I got four syllable ones, story of my life.

Then my good buddy Steve-O rolled in to really amp things up.  He has a way of doing that.  He and Ellen immediately started talking Norwegian, right?  It was immensely great to see  him as it has been months.  So, interestingly enough he brings a power outage with him, timing wise that is.  This was great addition to the hospital ambiance.  All the lighting was low and all the chemo machines stopped there incessant beeping and alarming which made us seem louder.  This is the point when we were reaching our flaming crescendo (louder  than the Italians)  and at one point J’s nurse had me go sit in the corner.  Don’t you just love them?   Where is the film crew when you need them?

Well there you have it sports fans.