Phantasmagoria -- Word for the Day -- Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Phantasmagoria\fan-taz-muh-GOR-ee-uh\ , noun

Definition: A shifting series or succession of things seen or imagined, as in a dream. Any constantly changing scene.

Isn't that just a long word for "Life"? Constantly changing, a shifting series?

Labs were very good yesterday after holding off for two weeks. Some levels were extremely higher than on the last trip. High is a good sense. Last labs for Platelets were 54 and yesterday they were 100. Reminded when we were looking for very, very high platelets so ChemoSabe could have his stem cell transplant and then the other occasions were looking to get the chest port pulled after being on a chemo bag of two cocktails for four days. Ahhhh....those were the days.

WBC was a bit too low for me this time. I would like to see that at least two degrees higher. CRP was at 6.5 with the last figure at 5.6.

Rog and Ruthie met us for dinner last night. His testing began at 7:30 this morning with an MRI, PET scan and bone marrow biopsy. They are looking to go back home on Saturday. They both look GREAT. They look relaxed.

I think we are all on the downside of this MM thing now. We have settled into the saddle of realization this is a lifetime deal. We can't get out. So we have looked back, sized up the situation, accepted it and are now enjoying life again. God is in control.

The only medical deal he has right now is chiggers... Do not know where he contracted them as we didn't sit on the ground anywhere or anytime while we were out of town, but he has a good case of them, below the belt. :)

Preacher and wife (ex boss) met us for dinner also. He left here two weeks ago and seems to be settling in at the new church. We were at Bone Fish for 2-1/2 hours last evening. The meal was fabulous and then we topped it off with creme brulee...

Yesterday was the first day for Dex this week through Friday and then another four days next Tuesday. They have already kicked in. We were in bed at 10:30 and he was up at midnight. He originally wanted up at 2:30 a.m. to be in Shreveport by 7:00. He did a lot of computer work and then was on his way out the door. This was phantasmagoria in the works.

We have an overnight guest tonight so ChemoSabe will probably sit and talk like a magpie. He kept interrupting my recorded soap last night. I would just pause, listen and he would realize he was talking too much. I pushed 'play' and get settled and here he came again. I just look at him and smile and slightly roll my eyes. As you know, he is not a real big talker, but the dex brings it out of him.

Our little zebras are breeding. I have found two broken eggs in the bottom of the cage. I have read if you didn't want them breeding to take the hutch out. I took it out last year after her last clutch was nine. You know me though.... I hate to see those little things dropping and exploding in the bottom on the wire. So, I fixed up a shoe box and put some yard, cotton balls in the bottom of the cage. ChemoSabe gave me a plant for Valentine's Day with the fake grass in it, so I took some of it out and spread around in the cage. I bet I have three eggs by the time I get home today.

We now have the original parents and one child. The child is a male from the very first clutch of eight eggs. None survived from the second clutch. The daddy picks on him, but they don't seem violent, so maybe the boy can have his own girl now. I guess this breeding means Spring is truly around the corner. Another example of phantasmagoria.

I found some marble, ceramic turtles when we went to Eureka in a little rock and crystal shop on the main drag. These turtles fascinated me so I bought a few for souvenirs. Two were babies hatching out of the shell. We gave one to the motel owners and told them to us it meant a hatching of a new friendship since they gave us the winter rate and let us have full access to the motel. She is a Korean and she said a turtle gift meant a sign a prospering business. So, we did good on that one.

ChemoSabe took one to Tonto (his admin asst). And, I let Big E have his pick of the little ones that he called babies. The bodies were marble and the legs and head was green ceramic, almost like jade.

ChemoSabe accidentally jerked the sack with about six turtles in it out of the saddlebag. When we unpacked we discovered he had broken the poor leg off one of the hatchings. I glued it back and it is as good as new.

Big E called last night and told me he dropped Derek (his turtle's name) and broke his leg. He was upset because the leg fell into some gravel and he could not find it. So, I offered one of mine to him. He had taken his to school. He is so precious.

I am going to close.

Have a good day and Love -- Pepper