Tortilla Flats

As soon as they found the tumor I got started on a regular dose of steroids. It was a small orange pill I took times a day, and the dosage gradually increased. The theory was that it’d help to delay or slow the growth of the tumor.

What they didn’t tell me was that the steroids would screw with my sleep, make me ravenously hungry, gain weight and turn into a raging asshole at the slightest provocation.

I was effectively turned into Dick Cheney but with more hair.

All these things increased in severity as my dosage increased, but it was the sleep deprivation that was the hardest initially. No matter what I’d done during the day – exercised, read before bed, had wine at dinner, abstained from alcohol – and no matter what time I’d go to bed I’d wake up between 2 and 4 and be up for the day.
And as I was losing sleep I became more and more irritable. I wasn’t driving as much since my vision was getting worse. That was probably a good thing, since I’m sure I would’ve wound up in a fight or accident.

But as time wore on, the anger became harder to control. Sometimes I’d be angry for absolutely no reason at all – just a black mood. Other times I’d fly off the handle at the smallest thing. Scariest of all was the loss of control I felt when it would happen sometimes. At its zenith it was like an out-of-body experience; I felt as if I was watching myself behave like a two year old.

Even on a good day, I’ve never been a fan of the public. Factor in the steroids and it made for a bad combination.

One afternoon my wife and I were at the grocery store, looking for tortilla chips. She’d mentioned that we should swing by the health food section of the store. I was tired, feeling lousy and cranky as usual. A young woman was busy stocking chips, and smiled and asked if she could help us. Most of the chips in the bags I picked up had been smashed to bits. My wife said “Oh, we’re just looking for some tortilla chips” and I interjected “Yeah, do you have any bags that haven’t been sat on yet?”

Now, in my defense, the vast majority of the bags had been beat to shit, with small shards of chips clogging the windows of most of them. But still, this woman hadn’t done it. That gave me no right to act like a complete asshole, especially when she was trying to be helpful. As soon as the words left my mouth I felt bad about it, but let my wife do the apologizing. Needless to say, we wrapped our shopping shortly thereafter.