Floating Shift

Here we are already on the other side of the steaming, mysterious thing called chemo! We arrived there at 11.15 am and left at 6pm. Yes, it was a long day. Annoyingly, having a needle in your right hand means you can't crochet or write much. You have to be very, very still like a person who is not me.

 I was the healthiest looking one there which made me feel like a big, infiltrating newbie. I'm sure next time I'll fit right in. It is a stangely pleasant place at HOCA. I don't know what it stands for either but it's apparently not this or this.

 The best bit was lying back in a big recliner with the warm afternoon sun streaming in through huge windows and dozing like a contented cat with a hefty dose of phenergan in the drip thingy. Isn't that what people give children to make them sleep on planes? Not so bad, I have to say. The most UNpleasant thing was the hefty dose of Days of our Lives on the flat screen opposite which was only operated by a remote that had been misplaced. Then the children's television started and there was a scary clown in a doctors' uniform giving me the ol' razzle dazzle. It served me right now I look at the shoes and socks. Maybe it was just the phenergan speaking to me...for the sake of all the innocents out there in tv land, I hope so!

 Oh, the post title! The Big Fella and the first lady from 'the Whitehouse' were in cahoots it seems and that lovely metaphor- on- a- chain is now mine. See, I pretended I didn't care what I got on Mothers' Day but I was quite spoilt. The 'floating shift' typewriter key pendant came along to the first Keeno session today and felt appropriate. I like things to be appropriate, like choosing the right coloured coffee cup to suit a friend's mood when they call in. So now this year will be known as the 'Year of Floating Shift'. Life will be a little bit limbo, a little bit floaty and a shift in pace for the rest of this year.
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 More wonderful friends came to the fore on perhaps the dodgiest night of unknowns for us since the surgery. We got home to find children delivered home, bathed, fed with a delicious meat and vege home made pie, the dishwasher unpacked and five school lunches delivered packed for tomorrow- and those choc chip cookies! It's almost worth being sick to be able to witness first hand that the world is full of such burgeoning goodness. Thanks Mum, Dad, Deb, Rachel, Doug, Penny, Fiona and Iain for smoothing the way. It took a village but it worked!

PS Does anyone know what the 'floating shift' key did on a typewriter?