My friend Paola shaved it off a couple of days ago when I realized that I was habitually tugging at it, and pulling it out in chunks. It's not bad, actually. See Sigourney, here, whom I like to think I resemble in some way. I practice looking really mean in the mirror - all good prep for my Halloween costume.The thought of not having a bad hair day for a while is liberating. But I've had to get busy with the head coverings - I think I've finally mastered the turban using long strips of cotton knit fabric courtesy of American Apparel.
The weirdest thing is how cold my head gets at night. One really does lose a lot of heat via the head. I've been sleeping in a cap which is so Wee Willie Winkie (or something.)
Day 7 and I'm still feeling crap. Continued wooziness and fatigue. I'm going to will myself better tomorrow so I at least get one week out in the world before round 3.
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Bex, please send me your snail mail address. I have a small perfect something for you, but I won't get it until my next chemo on Tues, so look for it next week.
Don't forget the joys of the lint brush. It won't be as fun/gross (depending on which kind of person you are) with the blonde hair as my dark brown (only my hairdresser knew for sure), but it will help it from itchy velcroness on your pillow.
xox mp
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