Hair, hair everywhere! I mean, I still have it but it’s falling fast. Like, if I was your lunch lady, you might want me to wear three hair nets OR just step away from your rectangle pizza and fruit medley altogether. I did go ahead with the pixie cut because Alice kept pulling fistfuls from the left side while I fed her bottles. I felt like that wasn’t a normal mother-daughter bonding type behavior so I had my awesome cousin chop it off.
Aaaand I’m not a fan. Rachael did excellent work, but I ultimately feel like I look a little more Daniel Radcliffe than Emma Watson if you know what I mean. (If you don’t know what I mean, I might look like Harry Potter’s lesbian sister.) It’s just not for me. Maybe if I hadn’t felt forced to do it, I could be a little more accepting. Let me tell you though, it is hard walking out into the world without my hair and boobs. I didn’t realize how much of my femininity was wrapped up in them, but I don’t feel like myself. Then add ten pounds. (Still eating to nurse a baby, stress, chemo steroids?) Ugh. It is definitely a lesson in vanity and pride, but the upside is that it’s forcing me to gain a better sense of self.
We did go to a fourth of July party at Josh’s parents house, and everyone was very nice about it. I got a lot of compliments and such. I just don’t know if I can trust them. Haha. I feel like I would dole the compliments out to me too. Like who is going to tell the girl with cancer who was forced to cut her hair because it is falling out all over the place that her new haircut sucks? Not me. I’d be all, “Oh, it looks great! You are just so cute with that cut. It fits your face perfectly! And those shoes!” Insert huge smile and possible hug. All the while, my mother-in-law was suspiciously quiet. She cannot falsely praise and girlfriend keeps it real…but she knows I’m having a hard time.
More hair pics, you say? This is what I did the night of the cut after the girls went to sleep. Fun! I kind of liked how moldy and fun my hair was. At one point, Josh got freaked out because I slicked it back, and he said that I looked just like my dad. A fine looking fellow. I don’t know what my husband’s problem was. Anyway, I have further thinned, and it’s not quite as fun to style these days. (Uhh, half a week later.) On the plus side, lint rolling your head is super fun too.
Well, it really has been a whole lot of hair woes lately. For that, I owe you a funny story that I remembered a few days ago while taking my daughter’s temperature. Besides, now that I have a blog, it is the perfect place to publicly humiliate the people that I love, right?
Last winter, Alice was sick so I took her temperature rectally and set the thermometer on the sink to be sanitized a few minutes later. My husband, Josh, is a huge hypochondriac. If someone is sick, so is he. After my double mastectomy, the guy complained TO ME for a week straight about a burn on his arm that he got from work. When we took Alice to the doctor last week, he had the doctor check him out too. I think you can see where this is going. He saw the thermometer on the sink and took his temperature orally. I didn’t know he was doing it until he walked out of the bathroom.
“Well, I don’t have a fever. Yet.”
“Uh, Josh, did you just use that thermometer on the sink?”
I barely got it out. “It was just in Alice’s BUTT!”
I couldn’t breathe for the next five minutes. I cry-laughed so hard. I was literally ROFL. Maybe you had to be there. Maybe I have the sense of humor (and hair) of a thirteen-year-old boy. All I know is that Josh didn’t think it was as funny as I did.