Rock and Roll All Night

You'd think that cancer is what keeps me up at night. That I lie awake pondering my future, worried about the possibility that it will come back and I will meet some horrible fate. And sometimes that does keep me up. But last night I was too tired for any pondering and so fell soundly asleep somewhere around 9:30. It was a deep sleep, too, the kind that only comes in the days following chemo when I'm so exhausted I can sleep for 12 hours at a stretch and still wake up tired.

So you'll understand my irritation at my neighbor. I'm guessing she's a bartender by the hours she keeps, but she could just be a night owl. She's prone to coming home between 3:00 and 4:00 AM and immediately turning on the stereo so loudly that it shakes me from my bed. Normally, I just seethe with anger from beneath my covers and eventually fall back asleep. Not last night. For the first time I actually dragged myself out of bed, threw on some pants and went downstairs. The second I knocked on the door the music went off. She stuck her head out (I'm still not sure what she was hiding behind that door, but I was too tired to properly care at 3:30) to say sweetly "I'll keep it down." But she wasn't counting on a bald woman on the other side of the door, so instead of batting her eyelashes at me, she had to fight to keep her eyes from bugging out of her head.

The music stayed quiet, but I never went back to sleep. So I'm extra tired today and thinking I'm in serious need of a nap. Otherwise, I'm recovering well from this (final) round of chemo. I'm off for a CT scan tomorrow and a meeting with the radiation oncologist, so I'll post late in the afternoon after I return from those appointments.