It ain’t pretty.
Adriamycin, aka The Red Devil aka The Red Death, is an extremely toxic drug that a large portion of chemo patients are all too familiar. Bad to the bone; so toxic it can damage the heart and cause heart failure; so toxic chemo nurses really suit up to deliver this wicked-bad poison because one drop on their skin will cause immediate damage. I can’t even begin to tell you all the side effects because honestly, it makes me ill just thinking about it. Just when you think you’ve recovered, it rears its ugly head. I endured Red Devil for the first half of my chemo sessions until it was obvious my body couldn’t handle it anymore. Red Devil is the bully of the chemo world.
I’m at the point in my life where I have accepted that some people are Red Devils. After enduring the chemical Red Devil, I was then blindsided by the walking Red Devil. You know the type: you feel you should wear body armour around them because at some point, they will throw you under the bus. I refuse to witness Red Devil bullying. Three years after Red Devil was put in my body via a hole in my chest, I endured an indirect IV Red Devil via my workplace. Hindsight is 20/20. . . . How does one stop social-climbing bosses from bullying? I implore every person to take a stand, pass on some good karma, and refuse to participate in back-stabbing, the spreading of gossip, the throwing of persons under the bus, etc. Adult bullying needs to stop. NOW.
Karma Per Diem 