Guess where we were again this week? The happy clown feet were back out to cheer me as that is pretty much all you see from the big recliner rocker. Mercifully the wall telly was far away and the treatment only took three and a half hours instead of six and a half. I had wi-fi this time too so there was some Pinterest to peruse.
Chemo heralded the debut of my latest and probably final hairstyle for some time. The day before, ever cheerful Natalie counted me down slowly through the number four, three, two and one blades. It was too patchy. I had performed too many party tricks for the boys. Do it again Mum! Show them how you can just pull it out! It is good that they are so comfortable about it, no? Fishy had seen an elderly lady reluctant to part with her last strands at the doctor a few weeks back and asked me if I would look like Golem when it fell out. I responded heartily that there would be no Golem hair in this hoose.
It started to come out the day after the last short cut and I held on a week because there was a lot of it to lose but what a pain to tidy up the bathroom each morning. I was moulting like a mangy cat. Fortunately after I left Natalie I had a couple of spare beanies in my bag having just been to the Choices clinic. Big glasses and a beanie....check you have locked up your valuables!
Shorty announced "My not like your haircut!" I replied, "My not like it either. Shall I grow it back?" She shrugged and went to consult the Noahs. Fishy slapped me on the back and said, "Hey Baldy!" with a big grin, B2 told me I looked like a cool, rock chick and that he really loved it, bless his cotton sox! B1 and Big Fella smiled warmly and reserved the right to silence. Lala asked if she could borrow my beanies.
It felt a bit Velcro-esque with the stubble so Lairy godmother came over with shaving foam and razor and gave me a close shave in the warm Wednesday sunshine. Now it's all smooth and lovely albeit a bit white. Needs a bit of tanning on the deck, methinks.
|Liberation from the stubble!|
|I'm a little teapot.|
There was a variety of headwear at the clinic too. The wrap things are groovy but tight. My skull is not yet used to being swaddled like a colicky infant. Too pink?
Too Nimbin (although thematically linked to the toes)?
Too Ahsoka Tano? This one has long stripey pigtails that wrap
around. If I could get the Star Wars warrior woman stride down as well it could work. Or perhaps a pirate earring.
|Ahsoka rocks the wig room|
|Mrs Jack Sparrow|
Too Dr Zjivago meets Dr Zeuss? Why then you are poiffect and you shall be mine! It is fluffy and loose and deliciously warm and is so NOT a cancer hat that I liked it at once. It may need a huge crocheted flower pinned on one side. Suggestions?
Last week when I had coffee for four hours with Girl Wednesday, I saw a yellow bangle in a boutique which I liked but decided I really didn't need. Driving home from the wig out yesterday, feeling nauseous and wrung out, I decided I really DID need a bright yellow bangle. It was for medicinal use only.
|Chid bribe included|
Ms Lairy and her daughter were there about to indulge in some French patisserie goodness. I could only watch on and consider that that chocolate torte thing had spiral eyes that were not unlike my own by the time I finished a chai latte and oozed home to bed. Two months ago this was not my idea of a girly day out but today I felt sick and still had fun. 'S not so bad!
|Is it just me or is this not a spooky- eyed torte?|