I am so ready for this to be done. My hair is awful.
I mean, I knew it was going to fall out. I was fine with that. I’ve made peace with it and it’s all good.
So can it just go now?
I mean, seriously, there is SO MUCH hair. And it’s everywhere. And it’s stabby and itchy and annoying.
I realize that in the grand scheme of things this is not that big a deal. I feel crappy at some point every single day. And yet, right this second, my hair and what feels like its s l o w descent to my bathroom floor feels like the biggest thing. Maybe because I know there’s something that can be done to fix it.
I need to go home, get my husband’s clippers, and buzz the crap out of the remaining ten strands of hair. That would get rid of the last stubborn few that are just waiting to stab me in the skull, attach themselves to my hats and just irritate the shit out of me.
I can’t control when I feel terrible. I can’t control the fact that I pee all the dang time. I can’t control the leg cramps that wake me up on a nightly (sometimes twice!) basis.
But I can take control of this hair situation.
And I’m going to. Because it needs to be over. It needs to be gone.
Then I’ll google how long it takes after finishing chemo for hair to start growing back.