My oncologist has informed me that masks are only good for about 20 minutes. Any longer and the moisture inside from the wearer's breathing breaks down the protective barrier. So, when I switch buses or take a trip longer than 20 minutes, I have to swap out masks.
I woke up at 2:30 this morning, remembering something I'd forgotten about my medications and I wasn't able to go back to sleep.
When I caught my bus this morning, I was so tired that I just sat in the first available seat and rode with my eyes closed for the entire trip. I wonder what the other riders thought.
This afternoon, I'm having a chest port procedure for my multiple chemo "infusions". I'll catch the good ol' number 43 up to Capitol Hill.
One of the things that I like about riding buses like the number 43 is that it's a local route, full of locals. There usually aren't any suburbanites because they tend to ride the express commute routes to towns outside of Seattle.
A local bus, with all its flaws, is not only a bacterial petrie dish, it's also a human petrie dish. A rider has no choice but to be around people who might, in other circumstances, be assiduously avoided.
Such as a woman with a mask.
Especially a woman in a mask with a creepy lipstick stain on the outside! You might have come up with a new "scare strategy" for getting an empty seat on a bus/train. I might have to try it.
ReplyDeleteA fright wig maybe, to accessorize the mask? Or maybe the henna will do the trick.
ReplyDeleteAt any rate: Go Team Roush!
And don't forget I'm available for rides most anytime/anywhere if you get tired of the hacking & wheezing on the bus.
AW.