Thus far my dear, loving friends' suggestions for dealing with hair loss have included "boot polish", "disguise yourself as Jean-Luc Picard", and "put a cat on your head". I'm thinking of firing the lot of them and renting a whole new set of friends. Judy's contribution was "buy a pair of Doc Martens to complete the look" - that's fine, but people would just assume I was an exceptionally butch Lesbian, and I've spent many years trying to disabuse people of that idea (except for one job I had, where ... oh, that's a long story). I said I could paint rabbits on my head, and then everyone would think they were hares.
Yeah, you can tell, we're all taking this madly to heart.
Judy's just found a number for a mobile hairdresser in the local advertising rag, so let's see if she can help. I hope so, this morning it was like I was sharing the bath with Burt Reynolds's chest wig.
Have been to give a pre-chemo blood sample, then to pick up (free!!) drugses. I am pretty sure that "Oooh, lovely!" is not the correct response to codeine, but the heck with it, it's mine.
I had a lovely little moral tale about hair loss and positivity I was going to share, but I am knackered and have to go lie down now. Maybe later.
