July 6, 2006
This week has been dreary since it has been like many of the weeks earlier in the year. The Neulasta shot, probably combined with the other chemicals within, has been particularly trying with lots of bone pain, nausea, and fatigue. There is the mindset; “I am in remission, I am better, this part is over, etc.,” which has me expecting good days rather than the present state. More patience is required and more time will need to pass, then surely, the gloom will depart. Meanwhile, I sit about thinking that if I had the energy, I should be doing basic laundry, cooking, cleaning, or at the very least, writing uplifting poetry.
The pair of swallows that I convinced Charles should be permitted to nest above the entryway door to the third floor living area have now completed rearing their babies, and we no longer have very anxious birds flying in and out of the porch area. The swallows aren’t too messy until the eggs hatch, then the debris is astonishing; we had heaps of bird droppings there in front of the door, and a total covering of the doorbell. Talk about daunting! I felt that the insects that were devoured made the final cleanups worthwhile, but for just a bit, I was glad that no friends came to visit through that door; there would have been quiet conversations just outside our hearing about Charles and myself “losing it” as we increasingly enjoy our country living.