I did itToday was the big day, although I didn't know it until this afternoon. This morning, after the shower, I towel dried my hair and brushed it, and waited for it to fluff as it dried. My scalp was very sore and tender, and brushing my hair hurt. Then I noticed that my hair didn't fluff up like it usually did. So I decided to make today the first hat day.
I wore the hat to work, and while it looked cute and fun, it's really not my style. (Sigh...) Guess it'll have to be though; I can't go around with flat hair. All day long I wore the hat, and just got accustomed to having it on, and seeing it in my peripheral vision. I kept running my fingers through my hair and coming away with a handful. Oh, why can't chemo take away this fat on my belly or these wrinkles around my eyes? I wouldn't mind losing either of those!
After lunch, I went into the ladies' room to freshen up a bit, and I took off the hat. The hair I saw was ugly, flat, and just all wrong, and I knew that it was no longer mine. This was Skippy's hair, and it had to go. When I got home, I took off the hat, plugged in the clippers, put on the longest guard, and started cutting. Then I put on a shorter guard, and kept on cutting. And then I took the guard off, and used just the clipper blades to cut the rest. I now have what appears to be a 5 o'clock shadow on my head.
Take that, Skippy!