FlickyTailSunrise

To begin, a small ode to my hair, in honour of its now doubtless disappearance come Round 2 and 3… and also in honour of my incredible husband who had to leave the shampoo aisle whilst shopping yesterday because he too loves my hair.

So, farewell beautiful hair, I have loved you so. I have loved your colour, the reassuring veil you provide when all else feels rubbish, your feathery familiarity and complimentary likeness to the colour of my Dixie.

Indeed you shall be missed.

Farewell beautiful hair.

A brief aside to my ode….the consultation yesterday with DrP, despite the anxious build up, held lots that made me feel sure of him and more confidence in Round 2.

I liked mostly that he was cross about my experience that fated weekend on AAU and the Stroke ward. He was proud that I had, despite feeling like death warmed up, done the right things to ensure my voice was heard and protocols were followed. I’d needed to feel that somehow I could maintain some control (…as Jules@McM reinforced right at the start) in a system that quite literally feels like being stuck inside a broken washing machine… since there still remains, like a lurking cold sweaty shadow, a possibility of returning again through the dreaded A&E route…

Round 2 starts on the 7th of January, altered for my now recovering body to cope with. Scans will take place after Round 5 because “…when there score is 0-0 you don’t stop the game to analyse it… you let it play on…” or something along those lines… KevKev enjoyed the football metaphor.

Anyway, back to the important stuff:

Farewell beautiful hair.You were mine and I loved you. May you return, one day…

Happy New Year everyone.

May it be filled with love

…and hair…