I Think She is Right

Cat transmutation:
I am sure Good Looking is right, this is all an experiment to turn me into a cat. And it seems to be working. I spend most of the time sleeping either in bed or on the sofa.

I say it is good news:
The good thing is I don't often have the interest or energy to eat. Food tastes funny, coffee tastes funny and I'm just not hungry, at last not usually. I did come home from work yesterday, after having a glass or two of milk on Saturday and a half a corn muffin, a scone and 2 glasses of milk on Sunday, so hungry that I could barely make it the kitchen before I slaughtered a tomato sandwich. Good looking that was your tomato and boy was it good.

The good thing about that is I am losing weight. I know it's not very smart right now to eat so little, but it sure feels good to get on the scale and see the amount drop daily. It sure feels good to put on the shirt I wore last week and see it loser. I think right now this is just enjoying one of the benefits of a tough situation. I'll see if it happens after the next session and see if a short term pleasure starts to turn into something closer to stupid.

Hair today:
Generally I like my hair, but there I've always wanted to tweak it. Sometimes I wanted auburn hair, sometimes I've wanted it to be long and curly. I've always wanted it to be fuller, thicker and have more body. No matter what I've always loved the fact that it has always been silky. My hubby loves to run his hands through it, so do I. It feels -- well it felt wonderful. Now it's just so so silky. It feels drier and wrong. I guess it is getting ready to leave. I'll miss it.

And I say we all take a poll on how we want it to come back. Long and blond. Short, spiky and red. Buzz cut. Braids.

Send ideas.

I see one of the chemo doctors tomorrow, lets hope he has energy ideas.