Martinis and Marijuana
Cheryl has cancer. My blog didn't know this because I didn't write it.
My woman has had a rough few months and I'm doing my best to stand beside her and make sure she's taken care of. There have been days and nights of misery in this house since her surgery in November. She was in a world of hurt, lots of meds. It was a month long recovery, during the holidays and then she started 2017 needing her galbladder removed. Done and done. Today was the first day of chemotherapy.
Her oncologist gave her a medical marijuana certificate and with cancer you always get passed. Marijuana is no stranger to us, we've both been on and off pot smokers through our lives. Lately it's been off, just not doing it, but now the demon weed is back in the house. We have a friend at the dispensary, a guy we've known for years who's being super helpful in creating a program for Cheryl, CBDs, oils and herb.
This morning was up at 5am, shower, off to find breakfast on a weekday. Few breakfast joints open before 7am here. It's different back home, the mom & pop diners are open at 6:00 ... some 5am. Denny's was open. I want to make her days as normal as possible, just take care of things and let her manage treatment and recover. We've been to many doctors appointments, many more to come, it's a job away from the job.
I was in the mood for a martini tonight, Bombay Sapphire with a twist. I usually have a whole martini routine, a precise process for making my gin cocktail. I can be a dick about it. I chill the glass, shake the booze hard in ice, I want ice shards in my glass. Can't make all that shaking noise at 1am with my patient sleeping. I had it stirred, not shaken. It's a completely backwards and wrong process. I'm suffering through my stirred martini with a twist.
I think today is going to be a rough day for Cheryl. She had a relatively good treatment day, had one moderate bout of nausea in the evening but not a bad day considering. Last week she fell out my car, hit her head on the sidewalk and bit her tongue when she felt nauseaus and made my pull over in the hood. She just passed out, right. out. the. door. By that standard today was a great day.
I remember as a teen smoking pot you never asked what kind of weed you were buying. You were just happy to score, Mexican or Columbian didn't matter. Those were the options in 1977, like three TV networks minus one. There were many bad scores. Product was not consistant. Not any more, never again. The marijuana business is one of the new frontiers for small business. The product is impressive, state of the art medicinal, psychoactive in all forms with delivery options.
There was a little angst for our morning appointment, the first time in all things has unknown uncertainty. I have confidence in her doctors and staffs. Cancer gives them a lot of business, they have experience. Saturday and Sunday are going to be much more difficult. The drugs they pumped into her viens are killing bad cells as she sleeps, good cells die too and her ammune system is going to be wrecked. She'll get through it, we just don't know how bad it will be. Every day is unknown uncertainty.
Maybe my stirrred martini wasn't so bad. It just not the way I do my fav cocktail and you should always get exactly the martini you want when you're bardtending at home. How can you get it wrong? I've tried many martini variations, dozens of recipes with varying garnish, bitters and brands. I did the Slate.com Martini Madness bracket a few years back, a month of martini testing to decide a champion. The smoked salmon garnish is memorable. I needed my blog to know this.
Marijuana makes me write. Excuse my verbosity.