On Fridays I sit in the infusion room and get my chemo cocktail. You’d think, stuck in a cushy chair attached to tubes that I could use that time to write something interesting. I sit here for about four hours. Surely I could do something useful. Most of the time though my mind wanders and then I fall asleep. Until chemo, I’d never taken Benadryl, and it seems Bendadryl makes me sleepy.
But I want to do something. Make something. I hate that feeling of spinning my wheels. Although, it’s not as if I haven’t wasted plenty of time in my life when I was healthy and had tons of time to waste.