I'm not sure why, but there are a few distinct tunes that always take me back to ten years old and skating underneath flashing lights, on scuffed wood floors, always in a circle -- except, of course, when you occasionally "Change Direction!" I just heard one of those songs during a commercial. And I thought I'd share.
So, I haven't written the past few days, possibly because I wrote a lot last week, mostly because nothing noteworthy happened. My white blood cells haven't show any growth, although my red ones are holding steady, which is good. Today, however, held a few surprises. Firstly, the friendly, attractive foreigner returned to my door with the offer of paints. I was lying down reading when he knocked and asked, "Would you like paint today?" I answered, "No, I don't think so...." But he cut me off and said, "It will give you something to do! I'll be back in ten minutes." I'm not sure if he didn't hear me or chose to ignore my feeble protests, but return he did, with paints. And actually, it made me feel better. Also, I named my painting "Bexplosion." It's exciting. The next somewhat amusing part of the day came a few minutes later. My doctor came in and saw that I was painting. To which he noted, "Wow, you're like a machine." He meant that I do a lot of different things to keep myself occupied here, but I was amused nonetheless. Ah, if only he knew the truth. Which is that I really only do about one significant thing a day. Haha. Today, I painted. Tomorrow, perhaps I'll start my novel. (Chuckle). Anyway, so hopefully they'll let me out of here sometime soon. These silly cells. They are so not on top of their game. Maybe they are waiting for the White Sox to start winning consistently... Either way, thinking happy thoughts. Peace.