It’s getting realer. (Or more real, whatever.)
Scott buzzed off all my hair and I’m all weepy. To be honest, I was weepy before, but dang it. I was enjoying seeing how it all grew in again, so different. Gray and curly, turning red in the parts that are in the sun. I sure am the best place for that, right?
Early ride out to the airport tomorrow and then stuff gets crazy. I’ll post when I know the surgery time. All good thoughts are so appreciated. I don’t know why I’m more nervous this time than last? I feel like I sure do tempt fate a lot, dang it.
Tonight, I’m just going to sit on the lanai and drink wine and watch the sunset and try not to think about stuff too much.
Inside my head is not a fun place right now. Too much pain, both physical and metaphorical, but this too shall pass.