As promised, here's notice that I've shaved my head. Left to my own devices yesterday, I gave both the dogs haircuts, and then turned the clippers on myself. My bald head has a nice shape, my ears don't stick out, and there aren't any funny bumps that I can see. It was a little traumatic -- it's like I look the cancer part now, no denying it. But it was ultimately freeing. No worries about hair falling out any more, no wondering when the right time is to shave my head. It's done. And I'm glad.
My plan was to wear fun makeup and earrings and sport scarves and hats just to feel cute and girlie. And I know I'll get that chance, but right now I have to wait for the hives and swelling to go down. The other thing that happened yesterday is that I spiked a fever in the afternoon. Getting a prescription filled on a Saturday evening was an odyssey in itself. (Thank you, dear heart, for supporting me through the ordeal.) We ultimately picked up the expensive antibiotic at 8pm at a 24 hr. pharmacy in Lynnwood. I was up all night with indigestion, thank you side effect, and started itching big time in the morning. Turns out I'm allergic to the antibiotic. So no more antibiotic, hello antihistamine. As long as the fever doesn't come back (and I'm sure it won't), I'm gonna be just fine.
I missed the shopping outing today -- disappointed about that, but another day....
(Minus the makeup, earrings, and hat, I look a lot like my youngest brother who sports a shaved head, except my eyebrows are more shaped.)
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