I do not have a cat.
But if you came into my house, you might think that I do have one now. Or even several.
And I would be extremely happy for you to believe this or to politely pretend that you do. (Thank you.)
Another reasonably convenient lie might be that I have not bothered vacuuming for a long while.
Otherwise it may be awkward for me to explain truthfully why there are ‘hairs on the stairs’.
I do wonder if it is more than just my eyebrows that are disappearing now.
So far, it seems only I can see this change.
Perhaps this is the downside of knowing just kind, love-blinded people?
Or people who were already reluctant to count eyebrows and who don’t want to be asked to count head hairs next?
On Wednesday I am going to have a second round of the Cold Cap treatment.
Hopefully, that process will frighten my remaining hairs into not moving anywhere.
Because I am prepared to sit for as many hours as required, with ‘a head in the freezer’ feeling.
Sitting in my armchair on the oncology ward, I will choose to tell myself that it is not so very different from how it may feel to be sitting on a ski-lift seat without a hat on.
Sort of breezy.
In the meantime, I am seriously considering a bit of improvising at home, in preparation for the Cold Cap.
Earlier I was rummaging in the freezer section of my fridge-freezer.
Just making sure that the bags of vegetables were nicely lined up, maybe.
I did find the freshness of it reassuring.
And bracing, practically like a winter sport feeling.
Soon it was not just my hands and then arms moving deeper into that luxurious chilliness.
I will need to think this through.
Last time, during the Cold Cap, I had to have my hair slathered in thick hair conditioner, to avoid it sticking to the cap when removed.
Obviously, I do not want any ice burns either. Not on my scalp or my eyebrows.
This leaves the obstacle of my pride then.
To be frank, wearing a bag of frozen peas (wrapped in a tea towel) on my head, under a waterproof shower hat, might not be so very strange?
If anything, it might look more normal than the hospital Cold Cap version, with the pink neon Velcro cycling hat and its washing machine hose coming out of it?
Therefore having two pieces of frozen broccoli, wrapped in a sock, with one on each eyebrow, is surely only one small step away from a slice of cucumber resting on my eyelids?
The results may be interesting?
Yes, No, Maybe.
