My neighbour has made me a crazy huge fleece hat crafted lovingly in blue with red spots, replete with crown-type prongs. Naturally I do not wear it around town as it runs counter to my - hem hem - highly sophisticated image (says the bald stick-wielding crone), but it's fabulously warm in our sub-zero temperatures and perfect for close-quarters living.
I've just got into the shower wearing the b****y thing! Result is soaked fleece and me wondering if this is the "chemo brain" I have heard so much about...
Have I finally gone completely barking or have I not learned, after 3 months of chemo, that I now lack a head covering???
Catriona
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Hi my flower..................Love the sound of that hat. I am going bald again for the 4th time and my bonce is freezing! I have blonde moments chemo moment s and balding moments, and some days all three together. So don't worry, you are not loosing the plot! Take it easy..............All the best.................Carolx
What a lovely story - you daft sod. Could it be old age? How old are you? Are you at the stage of looking in the microwave for your glasses? I know it runs in families, my mother once lost her false teeth for days. She found them in the freezer, stuck to a bag of peas!
Good head gear for baldies - how about those Tibetan wooly hats with the little plaits hanging down? I've got hair, but I love mine and when you wear it, you can't tell if you're baldy or not. Smashing for cold weather. You might have a mop of curls by the Spring!
I had a 'chilli con carne' moment this week! Husband asked "what's for dinner?" and I could not for the life of me remember what was the name of the dish - chilli con carne. So I started this manic description of:
"Well, it has beans in it...and it is spicy and I put minced beef in it... and tomatoes.... and...." Meantime, I am waving my arms about doing a mime like some party game.
He eventually got the idea.The men in white coats are booked in to collect me next Tuesday!
I have nominal aphasia. I can't remember names, especially some I have never heard before. My saint supplies the name then says "Never heard of him." It annoys me intensely.
He cannot find things in plain sight. Old age is creeping on, and it shouldn't be a handicap. In real life, I don't let on what I am thinking until I have all my ducks in a row.
Like the idea of a hat with plaits. My need is for one that stops my hair blowing around my eyes. Every year I forget until about now. The Breton caps of my beloved are just too manky to contemplate. Berets just work their way up and go flat then fall off.
