I decided to get rid of my hair in one fell swoop. As Ella says, "Who wants your hair falling out in chunks? That would be gross." She is a philosophical one, that girl. Besides, her principal, Mr. Doherty, is bald and she thinks he looks good.
It was not traumatic. Regis studied up on how to do it and he cut it in three stages going from one attachment to the other as it got shorter. Emily wrote a poem called Hair? Who Cares? and read it before the clipping commenced.
The two ladies who were here, Emily and Ella, took me into the bathroom to have the first real look. It's startling at first but what the hell. It's only hair, and as the poem says, there are far more important things in life.
I was a bit disconcerted that after my head is shaved, we could only pick up a half a sandwich bag full of hair. That's all I had?
I told my cousin, Deb, today that I was nervous about getting my port installed and then having to travel through the halls from one medical facility to another through a public hallway and right past an entrance...in a blue gown She said: Wait. You are the person who posted a picture of herself on Facebook in a blue gown. Hilarious and true.
Since my company went home this morning, I have spent some time in my nest...in the bedroom with the drapes closed, the laptop playing the 1970 version of Scrooge with Albert Finney and a pile of detective novels on the bed. It's very serene and comforting. Regis is taking me to Dino's for pizza so I will have to get out of my pajamas. Next week, I'll go out. I promise.
Actually, I am only half in pajamas. My top half is hot because of the blankety-blank Ace bandage and my bottom half is cold. So I have leggings and socks on the bottom half. If the Ace wrap keeps the alien baby from returning, it's worth it.
If I had any gumption, I'd go do the dishes. But I don't.