The Big Wig Debut

I seem to be pretty much over the worst of treatment number 2, and the overall verdict is that I felt less sick, but more tired. I cope better with tired than sickly, so I don't mind too much.

My hair has started to fall out more, and was becoming a pain, so on Thursday night I took the plunge and Simon and Mum helped me shave my hair off - not completely, just down to an inch or so, but it means I won't clog up drains everywhere I go. I can't say its the most flattering hair cut I've ever had, but it's serviceable. My hair defaults to vertical when short, so I look a bit like a fluffy hedgehog.

There was a leaving lunch for some guys at work on Friday, and I decided that I felt well enough to head into the office a bit to say hello and sort out a few admin bits. I decided to debut the wig to see how I got along with it, and found it quite comfortable. People didn't point and stare either, so I'll take that as a victory. I did feel slightly self-conscious at first, but got such a nice reception from people in the office that I quickly felt at ease and stopped worrying. I had a lot of comments to say that I looked well and had a very pleasant afternoon catching up and getting a few bits done. By the time I got home though, I was knackered and had to go to bed, but I was glad to get out and about.
It's one of those weird things when you're ill - you feel perfectly fine and well whilst your curled up on the sofa or in bed, and then as soon as you try and do anything, it hits you again. So you end up feeling lazy for not doing anything, but as soon as you do something you have to stop. The worst is when you get up and get ready, and simply the act of having a shower and getting dressed has tired you out so that you have to have another little lie down.