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Well my friends...it has been a long time since I last blogged; mainly because these last few weeks have been rather rough on my body. But, I am back and ready for another silly post.
So, on Sunday September the 19th I went to see that new movie Easy A (funny flick) with my sister and friends. After, I had decided to go into work to do some inventory, but mostly just to visit my coworkers. Right as I was getting into the car I noticed that my shirt was just full of loose hair. For once it wasn't my dog hair, but it was my own. Now, typically I was used to this because I had such a lion's mane to begin with, but this time it was different. Given that I had only one chemo treatment, it seemed a little too soon for my hair to start falling out..Then again, with my body, this shouldn't have been a shock. I continued on to work without thinking about it too too much, but clearly I knew it was happening.
The next day I woke up with the weirdest feeling in my head ever. Girls! You know when you have a ponytail in your hair for a really long time and it feels like its pulling???...well that's what my head felt like all over, except I had no ponytail in my hair. So over the course of the next few days, I kept noticing strands of hair everywhere...Geesh I was shedding more than Molly.
The next day, I was in the bathroom and I was running my fingers through my hair when all of a sudden a huge chunk fell out..I began sobbing. Well, it was happening; I was starting to lose my hair. I cried on and off for 2 days straight; mostly while I was alone..heck I'm tearing up again as I write this. OK enough of this nonsense...let's be silly now.
So once I got over the trauma of losing my hair, I developed this weird obsession with pulling on it...I know you guys probably think I am weird, but I found it soo cool to pull out my hair. Sometimes it would just be small pieces, but other times I would grab a whole hunk just to see how much would fall out. Mind you, it wouldn't hurt, because the hair was dead anyways. It actually relieved some of the tingling sensation to pull it out. My sister was rather creeped out one day while we were sitting on the couch and I had a pile of hair that I had pulled out just sitting next to her....I couldn't help but laugh. My mother, on the other hand, kept yelling at me because she thought I was rushing the hair loss process. Ellie!! It was coming out regardless, so what if I enjoyed pulling it out.
Anyways, Wednesday morning I decided to wash my thinned out hair. Oh boy..that was a disaster. 20 minutes later I plugged the drain with clumps of hair and ended up with half a head of hair...I cried again...but then something came over me..why was I letting this hair become an obsession?? Why not just get rid of it all. So I called my amazing hair dresser Val, and I asked her if she could come over after work and just shave the rest of my head. Her response..."do you like red or white wine?" what an angel!!!! So Wednesday at 8pm Val came over with an ever so convenient pink buzzer and shaved my head. I laughed, I cried...it was the best darn thing that has happened to me during this whole experience.
So it's been over a week since the shave and I feel soo free. My showers have been alot shorter...and I haven't had to plug in my hair straightener 18 times a day :). So you're probably asking, what's with the title of blog?? Well, I would like to direct that answer to my wonderful boyfriend, Stu. Besides my family, he was the first, and one of the only people that has seen my cue ball head. The first thing he said to me was: "Jill, now you look like Amber Rose and that's good because Kanye is sick!" Obviously, I was not impressed. Then, the next day he told me I looked like the precog from Minority Report....gee thanks. He said we have something to be for Halloween now..HA!!!.In my defense, I told him that he could never look like Tom Cruise and that in the movie, he had to carry the precog around, so he would have to carry me around all Halloween night....Let's just say, Stu stopped calling me a precog..hehe
Well, I will post a picture of my little cue ball head soon...I'm just not ready right now..heck, my dog won't even look at me..hehe Anyways, time to watch another movie!!
Looking forward to seeing everyone at the CIBC Run for the Cure and the Benefit Dinner this Sunday...you guys rock!!!
Much Love
Jilly Bean
PS I apologize for my awful grammar...I blame it on Chemo Brain :)
