Chemo Brain

I blame Bill. He chose the wrong partner to play with in the first set of tennis this morning. The positive side effect that the chemo has had on my tennis was not present in that set (2-6). Faced with the possible debunking of my scientific study, I was forced to play a second set to either prove or disprove my observations. Thankfully, my observations were reinforced in the second set (6-1).

I came home tired and hungry, but happy. After a better than expected smoothie,  it started. The battle of the bowels. The battle lasted through till about 3:00. At which time I fell asleep. The research manager blamed it all on my having played two sets of tennis.

People talk about chemo brain, in which patients say and do strange things. But I suspect that CCB is at work here (Chemo Caregiver Brain). This morning marked the third time in three days that I have had to remind the research manager about Chaga Mushroom Tea. It happened again tonight. I am sipping tea and she is playing with her computer and new phone.

More problems. The research manager got her hair cut and learned that our 65+ barber had just had a colonoscopy and was found to have the intestines of a 25 year old. She spent 30 minutes telling the research manager all of her dietary tricks. However, my point is that I want to ultimately have the intestines of an 85 year old!

So we have forgetting the Chaga Mushroom Tea, blaming anything bad on playing tennis and cavorting around learning more diet stuff. As if that was not enough, she told me to sit up rather than lie down on the bed while eating dinner. The nerve!

While I was eating, I asked her if she had gone to the post office. When she asked why, I told her that I was curious as to whether anyone had sent in a resume for the position of research manager. I think it went over her head or maybe she assumed that I had chemo brain.