Cocktails anyone?

Ok, truth. I broke down crying on Day Four after chemo when I couldn’t find the information on where to buy a wig. Generally, I would have chuckled at myself, and cursed with frustration as I tore through the recycling (twice) and every paper on my desk. However, when reduced to tears over a piece of paper I had merely placed elsewhere, I had to wonder, is this what fatigue looks like?
But let’s back up to chemo-day. I arrived with my entourage who took over all mundane decisions for me—parking, elevator buttons, bathroom directions, and where to have lunch after treatment. The parking staff, perplexed as to what our purpose was given the playful mood, was assured on my next trip they would recognize (by my oncologists hairstyling technique) where I was headed. Blood was drawn, and I was cleared for take off. A quick meeting with the ever-sunny Dr. Rahatgi for last minute orders of the day and we were escorted to the chemo room for the hook-up. There are about 18 recliners in this room and nearly all were full. The chemo business is booming. Entourages are welcome here, the nurses are animated, and the snacks are plentiful. It was New Year’s Eve and the mood was light…or was it just the first cocktail drip? The mix started with Benedryl, while keeping an eye out for allergic reactions with the first cocktail. Ativan was added, which keeps nausea at bay, and left me without a care in the world (and memory lapse) over the next 8 hours. No pain, nausea, fatigue or creepy feelings from the chemo. In fact, I went out that night with my Ativan buzz (no champagne needed here).
Felt great Day Two and Three, though, it’s been rumored, a bit of an air-head. Days Five and Six, I feel unscathed.