It Aint Easy Being Green

Before all my environmentalist friends get their CFLs in a twist and I start receiving hate mail from Melissa Etheridge, let me explain: It aint easy being green behind the gills.

As I wrote earlier, the spinal tap was a breeze, but my reaction to a touch of chemo I received was not. On Friday, I left work early and took to my bed for 2.5 hours. I cancelled lunch with a friend. I missed the wedding of my friends David and Patricia. But, hey, I don't like missing out on life, so I pulled myself together to attend their beautiful reception in Pasadena. I nibbled on appetizers and sipped red wine and ended up spending the next 15 minutes . . . (I think you can guess where.)

George took me home before dinner and I had to ask him to "please pull over" two more times. I called the ER at CoH and the nurse on duty had the doctor call in a prescription of Atavan. It works for the nausea, but also puts me straight to slumber land.

Saturday was much of the same. I pulled myself out of bed, tried to take Cindy and her boyfriend, Andrew, to the Farmer's Market (our Saturday ritual), but couldn't make it without decorating the streets of Pasadena and Altadena, if ya' know what I mean.

Today is Sunday and I'm fine as long as I relax in bed. But it's a drag not to be able to do the things I want and need to do.

And just in case you're still worried that this Prius-driving, CFL-using, tree hugging greenie has gone brown, I'm offering a free CFL to the first person who leaves a comment. (A CFL - compact fluorescent light bulb - uses 25% of the energy and lasts 10 times as long as a traditional light bulb.)