tuesday, 27 january 2015
on the face of it, tuesday didn't look afflicted at all. i played bridge, i went out to lunch with bridge director bill finkelstein and a couple of the players afterward. i put in a full night at the office, getting home in the code-blue cold (6 degrees) at 2 a.m., just in time to roll out the garbage and recycling totes while a local deposit bottle collector was rummaging through my neighbors' totes down the street. it's the sort of thing i used to do all the time.
on closer examination, however, there were fault lines in the facade. the sinus infection bedeviled me throughout the bridge game and my nose was dripping red. eeeww!, went some of our opponents. but partner marietta kalman, having been through esophageal cancer, was sympathetic. the fatigue didn't stand in the way of lunch, but became overwhelming a few blocks away from home. it was like driving drunk. getting the RAV safely into the garage was a great relief.
the nap was as short and unsatisfying as the previous night's sleep had been. i got up feeling vaguely recharged, but wondering if i had slept at all. nevertheless, it was enough to get through work, with occasional urges to doze off. were i not taking wednesday night off after the next chemo treatment (thereby needing to assemble a friday column i otherwise would have set aside till wednesday), i would have gotten home two hours earlier. at 2 a.m., there was only one thing that could wait until morning -- this dispatch.
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