So I made a ponytail, cut it off, and voila ... my hair looks almost exactly how it looks when I wear it shorter! I went to Barb's to show her, and she couldn't stop laughing. Now we're wondering why I ever need to go to a hairdresser, when all I really need to do is snip through a ponytail (which isn't as easy as it looks in Sixteen Candles). Now my ponytail is in my nightstand drawer, and my cute little bob has about 4.5 hours to go. My appointment with Joe is at 7 tonight. I called, and the wig is ready.
No fever in the past 24 hours ... good news! This morning I had my ducts cleaned. I wore a mask, and spent most of my time outside on the front porch, and then when I paid I got some sort of mouth spurting problem and explained to the poor guy (whose hair is cut exactly like mine) that I have cancer. Why! Poor guy couldn't get out of the house fast enough after that.
At this point, I guess I just lie around and avoid germs. I'm thinking my white blood count (WBC) must be increasing by now. It just must be. Not that I can take any chances, but it must be.
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