Today was not easy. I have been feeling weak and sick-ish, my eyes and my throat hurt, and I am positively exhausted. Traffic was so bad that we did not make it to the appointment with the arm doctor. (After you have lymph nodes removed from under your arm, you are forever at risk of developing lymphedema--a chronic condition in which your arm swells due to excess fluids that cannot be drained). We turned around half way, to accomplish yet another impossible mission: finding a wig.
I have always loved wigs. I have two party wigs. But today was a flying disaster. I hated all the wigs I tried on. They were boring, awful and made me look gray and sick. There was only one that Gabriel thought was kinda fun, and I liked it a bit. I got that one. I also ordered another one, which might turn out right. We shall wait and see... (I will post pics when I start wearing them, so that you can let me know which is your favorite).
The highpoint of the day came at night. It was time to cut my hair. Not shave, just cut very short. We were looking forward to it, because my hair had become opaque and lifeless. Gabriel was cutting away, giggling--I was his first-ever victim in the hair styling department. Seeing him enjoy the task made me smile and feel good. When I saw myself, I was even happier. I look so much better now! At least in appearances, part of my sickness was gone in 60 seconds. I look a little bit funky, a little bit mischievous, and a lot like my normal self.
pictures, pictures!
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