Slap, Slap, Slap

Slap, slap, slap
See him walkin’ down the street

Slap, slap, slap,
Oh hear that clowny beat.

Slap, slap, slap,
Now pavement has no feeling

Slap, slap, slap,
He can’t control the reeling

Slap, slap, slap,
Chemo did it to his feet.


Slap, slap, slap,
Sidewalk and meat do meet

Slap, slap, slap,
And Lindsay thinks it’s funny

Slap, slap, slap,
He’s not fleet as any bunny

Slap, slap, slap,
Hear him walkin’ down the street

Slap, slap, slap,
Oh see those clowny feet.

The effect is moderating with time. Six months of Taxol treatments have caused a loss of feeling in the bottoms of my feet (and in my finger tips). Not a complete loss, but enough to have changed the way I walk. I noticed it most the past few days when rain forced me to take Lindsay for walks around the block instead of across the rough terrain of the meadow at the top of the bluffs. I could hear the slapping sound my feet were making against the cement and realized I was walking very flat footed.

It will be interesting to see the extent to which my gait recovers with time.

But in the meantime, this jaunty beat keep running through my head-- Slap, Slap, Slap Hear Him Walkin' Down The Street..

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