Showing posts with label Lara is not the champion of the world. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lara is not the champion of the world. Show all posts

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Make that: hair gone today

Whatever.  I knew this was coming for the last month.  This morning, my hair started shedding like crazy and I have to say - seeing my long-ish hair in clumps in my hand.  That's pretty fucking traumatizing.  I went into my ugly 60's throwback bathroom, took my sweetie's beard scissors, stared at my reflection for a good 10 minutes, and then cut all my fucking hair off.  I almost started crying and then I stopped.  Whatever, it's hair.  

After putting the trashcan full of my hair back inside the vanity, I put on a hat and then took my puppy out for a walk.  My little Boomer is a great distraction.  I've started cooing at her, "Who's my little anti-depressant?"

Now I know what I would look like if my parents had another son.  Haha.  I look weird. The weird thing is - I look sick.   

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Spoke too soon

Pretty sure my hair is going to fall out tomorrow or Christmas Eve.  My scalp is super sensitive and has been hurting like a mofo.  I have never had my scalp hurt before.  I know the whole cancer and chemo thing is real, especially since I've had two treatments already.  Once I become bald, it's going to become real for everyone else.  That's when I'm going to "look sick."

It's beginning to look like a bald Christmas.  

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Sleep to Dream

I slept for about 11 or 12 hours last night.  I was absolutely exhausted and the Pens were sucking.  I thought to myself, "I need to go to sleep."  I guess now and then, I have to put myself into a mini-coma to reboot.  My body is getting the crap beat out of it, and I have to reboot myself.