I apparently do not handle some of the meds the nurses give me very well. The week that they tried to prevent me from getting sick, was probably the funniest. Sadly, I am just told I what I did, I do not remember most of it.
The nurses and Alan have told me stories that are crazy. My nurse asked me if someone is going to drive me home. I told her that Alan would be back later. She said good because we are going to make you drunk today. I looked at her funny and just thought she kidding or being funny. They gave me bags and bags of meds. My nurse asked me about an hour later, "Are you drunk yet?" I said to her, "I don't know! I have never been drunk before." One of the meds given made me want to move around so much I could not sit still. I was taking a chemo treatment at that moment that requires me to be as still as possible. I stood up and started talking loudly and running in place trying to get all the energy out. When that happened, the nurses called my doctor and she had them remove the anti nausea patch from my neck. My nurse then said to me ( I remember this part) lets move you to the back corner because you will not get any sleep with that lady snoring. Looking back now, I am sure that was her nice way of removing me because I kept talking and moving my head from left to right. I am so glad there were no videos recording me. I finally fell asleep but when I woke up, I had several text messages waiting. I have learned especially since Thursday, Alan should take my phone from me on chemo days. I do not make any sense and I make up new words when people are texting me. It is funny because when I am texting, it looks right to me but later when I am a little more alert, I see what I actually wrote. It is just CRAZY.
The night of that particular incident, I had praise team rehearsal for the Peach Festival that Saturday. I was not sick at all so the meds helped. But what happen during rehearsal was again, crazy. I wore a head band in my hair and I do not know why. We rehearsed in the foyer and Alan was running the sound. My headband kept falling off my head and I got frustrated and threw it across the foyer. At another point I decided to put my microphone down and go listen to the sound and walk around listening to everybody. I am so glad that my team understood that I was not my real self and just went along with what I was doing. By the next morning I became more alert and remembered bits and pieces of the day before. I had a lot corrections to make in my texting and then Alan told me what I was like all day.
This past Thursday, was the first of 12 doses of Taxol. Dr. Young decided to give me Adavan (anti nausea that can cause me to act crazy once again). My mom ask one simple question in a text message and the first time I responded it was all crazy and I tried to correct a second time and it was worse the second time. I did sleep a little and when I got home, I thought I felt fine and alert and could do anything. After dinner, Alan and I were watching TV in our room and all of the sudden I decided it was time to make cupcakes. Now usually I have to have a reason to make cupcakes. I just don't randomly decide to make cupcakes. Again, Alan really needs to stop me next time from cooking, baking, texting, emailing etc. I got all the ingredients out, bowls, mixer, and spatula. I put a stick of butter in the microwave and melted it. I put ingredients in, mixed it up and poured the batter very carefully into each cupcake liner, making sure it is nice and neat. I put it in the oven, they bake, and I pull them out when the timer went off. I then let them cool and later iced them. I even splurged and ate one and put the rest up. The next morning I wake up and go into the kitchen to make my tea and I open the microwave to find my bowl of melted butter still there and not in the cupcakes. Alan just laughs and says, they still taste good.
All I can do is laugh at myself. I am sure when I start teaching next week, there are going to be some funny moments and memories made. It is good thing that I have a great co-teacher and great students.
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