Spending a lot of time horizontal, at home and in the hospital, I always get a small internal chuckle at the toenails. Friends keep topping them up when they get shabby so they might be around for a while.
This one loves that I'm on the bed a lot, a captive audience, not 'too busy' for a change. Her pile of books beside the bed is overtaking mine but her concentration is vastly superior. If she could just stop bouncing on the mattress while I'm seasick...
I know I've mentioned it before but it's the nape of the neck. I'm a sucker for it. They got me at the newborn stage with it and I never recovered. The post kindy, skewiff pigtails just add to the achingly kissable quality of that special mama spot.
As do the pouty, sleeping baby lips. I'm still lying there watching them sleep after thirteen years of baby addiction. The big boys think its creepy. Suck it up, boys. Mother is a little sentimental at the moment.
A friend dropped in this lusciously creamy organic soap that she had bought from the markets for me. It was the crinkly paper that early gave me pleasure though. I think it was baking paper that had been softened and scrunched till it became quite tactile. The drugs haven't made the nails radioactive but can make them light sensitive so they go black and flaky. Mmmmm! Opaque polish is the answer so I thought I'd go a bit Lily Allen. Red fingernails have never suited me and this aqua shade matches the doona cover which is, after all, my primary fashion accessory of late.
Thursday there was a successful visit to the Wesley. I left Doctor Gentle with a grin on my face for possibly the first time ever. Whites cells are go and my body is starting to come to the party at last! Plus they give you free reiki, Indian head massage and reflexology sessions to recover from a morning of needles and chest flashing. Those Choices people make it just a little bit nice to be in this club.
Even the very confused Brisbane trees were getting in on it. Its Autumn for g'ness sake. Note the wee Rapunzel tower over the river. I stared at it a lot when I was in the 'good' room in the hospital. I may take some wee uns to check it out more closely.
Reflexology was the treatment of the day which sent me into a deep sleep only to wake myself with one loud embarrassed snore. Next day the little sister came to work on my hooves with some delicious organic goodies from her trove. It was a bit Mary Magdalene- in a good way. That would be 'Martha' being busy with buttons in the back room behind her.
Eventually she took on the apprenticeship with gusto and we found her later with her feet in a box in her room giving herself an air pedi. I'd best keep her in training! Who gives you a pedi when you need some sole comfort?