It was falling out.
Then it all but stopped.
Now it's falling out again. Faster than ever.
I woke up because my pillow was covered in it and it was tickling my nose. So I just cleaned my pillow and bed with masking tape.
How can I have this much hair? How can there be any left?
I am wide awake. Looks like there will be another episode of Grey's Anatomy viewed before I can go to sleep.
I know this is small potatoes. I said that in an email to Denise, the transplant coordinator. But it's throwing me off my game here. I was making progress, very minor progress, but now I feel like I have rolled back to the bottom of the hill and have to start climbing again.
The favorite Naval consort called a few hours ago. I was trying to explain that I understood feeling crappy after Cytoxan and after the collection, but why this week? He told me that I have to let go. I have to stop expecting progress until after my hospitalization. That I know why I feel crappy.
He also seconded my father's opinion that I can not go to the airport with Frankie.
Moot point anyway, since the snow tomorrow and Wednesday will cancel his flight. Who knows what will happen with rescheduling.
Anyway, I wish I was just bald already.