I hope you all had a fantastic Labor Day weekend! Mine was excellent -- a beautiful wedding in Wisconsin where I got to catch up with a bunch of good friends, as well as my SECOND outing to the fantastic Minnesota State Fair (this time with longtime fair veterans, the Meslows!) I couldn't have asked for a more perfect "last weekend" before I start chemotherapy on September 4th.
Speaking of this weekend, while it was fun, certain events -- okay, one particular event, a night of moderate 'binge' drinking, sparked an intense fear that shook my very core: what if chemotherapy is really just a six month hangover?!
Full disclosure: I am long passed my college days where I tended to overdue it every once and awhile (hey, I did go to college in Madison, WI). Now, I strictly stick to either beer or wine, and rarely have more than a few drinks on a single night. That said, on those rare occasions (okay, not that rare, but, you know, not every weekend or anything) I have more than a few drinks -- even if it's just beer or wine -- I always wake up to a raging hangover. Nothing -- not a shower, coffee, or a greasy breakfast -- works to take the edge off. Only time. On those days, I feverishly look forward to about 6 pm or so where I finally start feeling like a fully-functioning human being.
On the four hour drive home from the wedding -- which only increased my suffering, I'm sure -- it suddenly hit me: This could be how I feel for a half a year -- especially given that time is really my only remedy to get through a hangover.
Given that I probably won't be doing much drinking the next six months -- which is a shame, because the Twin Cities has a bunch of awesome microbreweries that normal, healthy Jen would love to check out -- this is extra tragic.
A hangover and not even a good night to make it all worth it?
I'm holding out the small ray of hope that my tolerance for ABVD is better than my tolerance for alcohol.
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