I know that it’s a lot to ask for more than one miracle and if it comes down to having to choose of course I’m going to choose the Completely Cancer Free miracle, plus world peace and wonderful karma to all of the people who are helping me through this. And an end to the chemo side effects that have been plaguing me.
But if I get another one, I’d really like a miracle haircut.
I know this is superficial and not important in the grand scheme of things and I’m super lucky that I even get to keep my hair because of the non-hair-loss kind of chemo I’m getting, but when you’re a Sick Person (even one who plans on this being a very temporary sort of thing) the last thing you want is to look like a sick person. It doesn’t make anyone happy. It makes people look at you with sad frowny faces.
All I ask is a haircut that looks cute all of the time despite the fact that sometimes I’m too tired to style it and tend to sleep on it when wet so it dries into weird little smooshy messes. That’s not too much to ask for, is it?
I even made an appointment last week to try for a miracle haircut but unfortunately all of my Big Plans were interrupted by a lovely nausea vomiting jag that two days of outpatient re-hydration and drugs couldn’t cure and which landed me back in the hospital last Saturday. And I’ve been here ever since.
There are no miracle haircuts on the 13th floor of OHSU.
Plus, the whole nausea vomiting thing has kind of taken over as a priority. It’s difficult to think about haircuts when you are doing the breathing-slowly-counting-to-ten-trying-to-keep-everything-that-is-in-your-stomach-just-exactly-where-it-is thing.
Fortunately, I think that the docs here have finally (after seven days) put together the right cocktail of drugs to stop the nausea and are, fingers crossed, going to send me home today. Where I can go back to obsessing about important things like haircuts.
Wishing you all a fabulous day with perfect hair and whatnot!