First chemo treatment is in the books. One thing I didn’t know is that they give you a couple of Benadryl just on the off-chance you might have an allergic reaction; and apparently I don’t do well with Benadryl. For about 4 hours I alternated between bouts of falling asleep sitting straight up, to being so hyper I wanted go climb a mountain, and all of that happening inside my body at the same time. But the best was that I had almost no discernment about what I said in my own head vs. what I said out loud to real, actual people. Some hilarity ensued.
For starters, I sent a short text to my daughter, in which I thought this horrifying word vomit made any sense:
oubahevntmwTchedbthw Vhapenned at at church Sunday, check out Snowmass Chapel SUNY. Such a show of solidarity and love ❤️ you can always
She was not amused, thinking I’d had some kind of medical event. So sorry Anna girl. No more texting under the influence of anti-histamines.
Then, a bit later, Tim asked a simple question: “What was the name of the guy we bumped into at Capitol Creek recently? The one who stopped to chat at our table?” At this point, for some reason I began wracking my brain to remember when I had last been at Capitol Creek trailhead. I mean those views of Capitol Peak, that iconic meadow, that canopy of aspens. But tables??? I finally responded a bit slurry but oh so very earnestly, “Babe, I don’t think there are tables there. Like, how would they haul them all the way up the hiking trail?” I did a mental scan of everything again – even took myself up to American Lake and Snowmass Lake trailheads in my mind, just in case Tim was confused about the trek and maybe there are picnic tables on those trails. Also, it has been winter for forever right now so I’m pretty sure we haven’t been there recently. Surely something was wrong with his memory.
Now, this is where I want you to know that if you don’t have a patient man in times of need, you need to start training him big time. Tim just looked at me as I was processing this in a VERY THOROUGH way, and he finally said slowly and calmly, “We were at a restaurant table….at Capitol Creek Brewery….in Basalt….having lunch.”
Oh! Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place? Sometimes my husband and I are of one mind, people, and we are a glorious thing to behold. But when I am hopped up on Benadryl and taking side trips in my imagination, I’m gonna need a few more details from the inner workings of your mind, Timothy.
Good stuff. Laughter is such good medicine.
P.S. the Benadryl wore off, the chemotherapy is healing me as I write this, and God’s got this. Love you all.
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