#64 - Don't Like My Head Options

My first hairless day (Saturday) started off pretty well. My swim lifted my spirits and it was a treat to shower and deal with no shampoo or blowdrying.  But, the time I saved there, was lost as I pondered over all my head options.  I wore an orange bandana for an hour, a pretty flowered "cap" for another hour, my "flapper hat" for a while, my half-wig with a tennis hat and finally my wig.

​Check out that expression!  My smile looks like an infant's "smile" when suffering from gas. There is no way I can wear this out of my house until I get it thinned and I don't have an appointment for a week. It looks goofy.

I know it's not bad. I bought it. But it's not me, yet.  I texted a photo to Heidi and we laughed about my wig being "Texas Chic". I told Heidi that luckily I have a stylist who specializes in wig trimming. Then we both laughed and I winced, when we realized I haven't met my stylist.  She may just adore my wig and rave about the volume and tell me that no improvements are needed.  So now I have to worry for a week.  

Grumpy

By evening I was very grumpy. I was spooked by seeing my eerie bald image in the mirror. I didn't like anything on my head, either. I decided I just wouldn't leave my house or socialize... ever.  Except I have chemo on Tuesday and a shot appointment on Wednesday.  Dang.  I'm going to be one of those people in the waiting room that I've secretly eyed... in their awkward wigs and hats.

Then I got a text at 6 pm, from the mom of these adorable kids. She wanted to know if Don and I would be up for dinner on Sunday?  I wrote back that I wasn't brave enough to face the world...  She said we could do dinner at the house and no hair was required.  (Yikes, I was planning on playing hermit for a while.)  But, I said yes after she sent me a photo of her family. (not this one) I realized, if I have to make my debut in the world (wearing I'm not sure what?) then what better way to do it.  I'm ready for some hugs from these kids!