After that lengthy day receiving purple blood cells on the most cancers centre, I used to be pooped. I had been forewarned that my marvel drug, morphine, would possibly trigger hallucinations. I’ve slowly been growing my dose, and had not too long ago taken a booster dose upon experiencing breakthrough ache. That’s when unusual issues began occurring.
First, my non-Jewish pal with Jewish baking prowess unexpectedly confirmed up at our door with a six-strand challah. Sure, you learn that proper, six strands of attractive challah braided to perfection. I’ve by no means seen such a beautiful loaf, even at a Jewish celebration. This is similar pal who outdid all of us, Jewish or not, on the latest Jewish baking class, assembling these bacon-filled knishes adeptly as she did. She’d additionally dropped off a chocolate babka she’d made at some point way back, as if she whips collectively Jewish gourmand choices on a regular basis. I knew her historical past and her abilities and YouTube cheater movies, but I used to be certain I used to be hallucinating the challah.
The pal introduced the challah in, eliminated her sneakers, and settled in. I figured it was all a dream. Then, because the morphine took maintain, I attempted to maintain myself from nodding off altogether, whereas one other pal appeared unexpectedly with a trophy-like object in a single hand, and a beautiful rhubarb-apple pie within the different. How odd. I couldn’t recall successful the Spelling or Grammar Bee (I might have been a shoo-in had I entered) or tried out for Title that Classical Tune. I used to be turning into very confused.
I took a better take a look at the trophy and realized that the determine was holding a stick of some form. Was it lacrosse or hockey? All I knew was that this pal too appeared to be anticipated, and he too assumed a spot on the sofa. Then his spouse, Ms. Challah Bun within the Oven, arrived to affix the festivities. Everybody else appeared to know why we have been gathered, aside from spacey outdated me.
For those who thought you could possibly simply pull off a shock on me earlier than, think about how oblivious I’m now. With morphine, I’m off to La La Land, and I gained’t be again for a while. A nap would have helped, however that appeared impolite in current firm, if certainly current firm was not a mirage.
Sooner or later, I used to be knowledgeable that we have been celebrating my hockey pool win, that unfathomable victory I’d secured the week prior. Judy had chosen me such a wonderful roster this yr that I’d left even her personal staff decisions within the mud. I’d have jumped for pleasure on the victory–shock, shock, this Jewish lass had by no means acquired a sports activities trophy in her life–however harm would have ensued. I can’t even stroll in a straight line proper now; do you assume I can carry each toes off the bottom concurrently with out risking severe harm?
This morphine is a potent drug. Very quickly, I’ve had my biggest desires fulfilled. There I sat Tuesday afternoon, celebrating my first ever main sports activities victory, as I lay dying hallucinating. No, I can’t share my morphine with you. Dying persons are egocentric.
P.S. I’m so enthusiastic about tomorrow’s Blood Donor Clinics in Toronto and Calgary. Your assist has been great.