So, it’s not Tuesday, but I don’t seem to get to write this post until Thursday. Let’s pretend.
Tuesday was a loooooong day at the chemo unit. It was the day I received my iron infusion (a grande decaf soy latte iron). It seems there was a tubing problem. The darn little machine kept making that annoying dee-dee-dum sound – a sound that was catching all over the ward.
Of course my restless legs were in full gear, so sitting for that long was something of a trial. But I was reminded of an incident that happened this summer.
We live in Stratford, Canada, a town known for it’s famous Shakespearean Theatre Festival. My son and I gorged ourselves on live theatre this year.
One afternoon we were at the main theatre to see a production of Much Ado about Nothing when my legs kicked into high gear. I tried to talk to them, to tell them to calm down, but instead I found myself squirming like crazy, stretching and unstretching my legs and generally being a nuisance to the people around me. I decided I had better leave. My 13-year old son was indifferent to my leaving and told me he’d meet me at home (a 13-year old who doesn’t want to miss any of his Shakespeare play – does it get any better? )
As I was leaving the theatre I was accosted by one of the ushers.
“Can I help you with something?’
“No, I just have this problem with restless legs.”
“Are you coming back?”
“No, I think I’ll just go home.”
She looked pensive for a moment and then said, “Do you think if you were in the director’s booth you could stay? You could walk around in there and still watch.”
I hadn’t been enjoying the play too much. Claudio’s treatment of Hero is despicable (especially knowing she’ll take him back in the end). However, this was an opportunity too good to miss.
“Sure, I’ll give it a try.”
She led me to an almost invisible door and, after climbing a few steps, I had the whole theatre spread out before me. I walked up and down the room, did some exercises, had a snack and thoroughly enjoyed this way of watching theatre.
Too bad I can’t exercise while I’m getting my infusion…