A hairdresser's nightmare 10/28/2009

If I looked like this, maybe I wouldn't mind the new buzz cut. Well, Natalie Portman actually has longer (and more) hair in this photo than I do right now. Yesterday I went to the salon to be sheared (as in what they do to sheep), and get my new wig. I knew that this was what I wanted, but the actuality was a bit more daunting than the anticipation. My hair was buzzed off while the chair was faced away from the mirror. When the stylist spun the chair around for me to view my newly shorn head, I was somewhat taken aback to see this older strange-looking woman staring back at me. I can honestly say that I "had a moment" then. But I'm fine. Actually, I was thinking that a fabulous, and easy Halloween costume for me would be that of a female prisoner in the Soviet gulag. That's what I look like (hardly like Natalie).

The wig is good, I have a few head covers so that when I go out, I don't scare young children and dogs. (Pictures to come.)

Probably the most annoying part of this treatment is the waits at the doctor's. This morning, I had an appointment with the oncologist at 9:20, having had my weekly blood tests at 9:00. I arrived in the onc office at 9:10, and was called in for my appointment at 9:45. A nurse came in to check my vitals, and then told me that Dr. Brown would be in to see me "in a few minutes". At 10:25, Dr. Brown came in to do her exam, and was gone in 7 minutes. I'm thinking "Great!, now chemo can start." O silly me! The chemo drip didn't start til 11:45. As Ray counseled me (to quote Frank Costanza, father of George on Seinfeld) Serenity NOW!!

Edit: I just read something I hadn't seen in a while, posted now on The Good Stuff blog. It reminded me of what's really important. Please check it out.