Baldy-Locks

Or… more appropriate: Baldy-Lock-less.
Let’s get it over with. This is what I look like bald.

Shocking? Maybe at first — especially since most of you have only seen me with big sloppy messy hair. The way I like it.  I haven’t had short hair since the 6th grade. Well… there you have it. Baldy me.

The hardest part is that it’s uncomfortable. Cold without a hat. Then hats get hot. Can’t wear most of the hats I have… if there’s even a remote amount of wool in it. At first, it was painful to lay down. Chemo-head is not the same as “shaved healthy head”. It hurts at first.  Pillows hurt, hats hurt. The only hat I could wear at first was a light-weight fleece one from Ruth. (Thanks Ruth… you saved my head).

Now my head is getting used to it and I’m wearing more hats. I have a few fun wigs, but comfort will rule. I made one halo, and will probably make another. Bought two halos… returned them both. Itchy. And… wigs SMELL. They smell all chemically. Or perfumed to cover the chemicals. Things you don’t think about until it’s in your face.

I had my 3rd round of chemo on Wednesday. So this is day 3 post-infusion — the typical beginning of when side-effects appear. So far the main thing is fatigue. Not the tired kind… more the weakness saturating bone-deep kind. I did manage a slow walk with doggy in the afternoon sunshine. The bone pain is starting to make an appearance today, as is the nausea. Medicating both symptoms and so far keeping them at bay. Have plastic mouth… but determined to drink a lot of water. Basically just holding steady over here.