And People Wonder Why I'm Not a Big Drinker

I'm wearing the orange panties, so you know what that means: I had a Herceptin treatment today.

The treatment itself is not a big deal, but right before the nurse hangs the drug and starts the IV, I have to down a Benadryl and two Tylenols to ward off any possible reaction.

Those three little over-the-counter pills might as well be general anesthesia given how quickly they render me unconscious. And that was before I took the first of my daily doses of anti-inflammatories.

Apparently Zach called in the aftermath of all of this, but I was in such a stupor that I have no recollection of the conversation.

I am going to have to plan better next time. At the very least, I should have been wearing a lampshade.