This might be glaringly obvious: when stressed, I cope by cracking jokes and finding the positive. It is what works for me. Funny stories are great, especially as stress-relievers.
During the first hour of Chemo #5, I was doing my normal chemo things: chatting with the girl next to me, reading emails/comments, and working on my recliner to-do list. It was my first round on the new drugs. Suddenly, I felt quite tired, so I leaned back and closed my eyes.
::I wake up.:: Where am I?
OMG I am in the chemo room!!! Sleeping!!!
Did I drool? OMG, I hope I didn’t drool. Snore? Talk? I am so not a pleasant sleeper (ask my college roommates and husband–they will tell you!) ::Furtive glance at clock to see how long I was out.::
An hour? I just did the ugly sleep in the Chemo Room for an hour? ::So embarassing.::
It turns out that for Chemo 5-16, I get Benadryl in addition to my steroid, digestive aid, and anti-nausea drugs in my IV. So, like clockwork, fifteen minutes after the pre-meds start, I. Must. Sleep. There is no fighting it. So, I curl up in the recliner, under a warm blanket, and conk out, usually for about an hour. It’s weird, and anti-social, but non-negotiable. So, cheers to the Ugly Sleep! It’s just another chemo perk!