I'm afraid I'm back in the land of hats and scarves. I was hoping I'd be in the minority who keep their hair on this chemo, but no. Most of it fell out a week ago. I had the rest chopped short, but it's been shedding all week. My house has too much hair. My hair. Dog hair. Yeti hair. I have a little spiky fuzz left, which makes me look like a giant baby bird.
I need a scarf-tying class. I see women, particularly black women, with such elegantly tied scarves. I'm pretty much limited to the square knot.
The cat groomed a fair amount of Hubby's hair off.
Ginger, you could try some of these. [link]
Ginger, here is 15 ways to wear a head scarf:
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Doing laundry for vacation, and the dryer just died. This means I can go back to bed, right?
Performance evaluation at work. I got to glance over it before signing it. Not sure when a copy gets back in my hands. Last year there were a few sporadic "Exceeds expectations". This year, I'd say close to 50% of the check boxes were "exceeds", the rest were "meeting expectations". Woot. Too bad it doesn't result in a merit raise.
Having cramps again, want a hug from Hubby. Trying not to cry where customers can hear. A billion hugs from all the wonderful people in world can't touch the hole inside. Fuck it.
I'm sorry, Connie. I wish there was more I could do or say.
I'm at the Joe Hill signing ridiculously early, but I have a feeling that may be a good thing for this kind of thing. I've got a cappuccino and the book being signed and I'm going to grab a seat in the signing area soon and read. It is good to occasionally remind myself I can do things like this on my own.
I killed the thread good before I left. I'm home from the signing, which was so much fun! I was very anxious to be there alone, but I ended up meeting some very interesting people. Including a nice couple who plan on naming their baby to be River, after River Song.
