Woodpeckers and Smiles

I've had three injections so far. All given by different people. The first was a nurse at the neurologist's office, but we didn't have time to bring the dose up to room temperature. I already posted about that one. The second was done by a dear friend of mine, because I can't reach my own arms. The third, last night, was done by the one who vowed to NEVER to do that agin, back when she was on Beta Seron.

While I can feel where the injection site was, I wouldn't really say it hurts. I'm encouraged.

I'm still at the point in my journey where it's all side effects without feeling the benefits, but I'm still going through with it. If you ask me months from now if I still feel the same way, I don't know how I will answer. I'm hoping that months from now, it won't be all side effects.

But enough about the stupid shots.

I saw “my” woodpecker this morning. There is a woodpecker who visits each year. He comes for a few days, then goes elsewhere. I don't recall seeing him last year, but this morning, I heard the faint rat a tat tat. I immediately knew it was him. For some reason, I think it's the same guy year after year. I don't know for a fact it's the same one, I just feel it's the same one.

Living in the city, seeing anything beyond robins, crows, seagulls (dump gulls), sparrows, chickadees, wrens and starlings is like an event. I still get twinkly when I see cardinals, blue jays and doves, too, because while not as rare for me to see as the woodpecker, there aren't as many of them as there are of the other birds.

Seeing that woodpecker always makes me happy, like seeing an old friend who you haven't seen in a long time.

I hope you find your happy today!