Saturday, December 16, 2006

If you fell down a well with no bottom or water, essentially a bottom-less pit, would you eventually starve to death?

I showered! It was the most unsatisfying shower I have ever taken. I'm clean; my hair is clean. But it was uncomfortable. I had to put the three little external tubes of my catheter into a plastic baggie, which I then had to tape over the entry and exit sites. I think I'm going to have a sweet little scar right above my collar bone from where they inserted the catheter. (note: a good lot of this I'm mentioning mostly for the shock-value. It's really not that bad). I also have two sweet matching holes in my back from the bone marrow biopsy. I seriously think it's funny how many holes I have in me now. There are a lot. Hold on, one of them is bleeding. brb. alright, crisis averted. So, I can hear pretty much everything from the room next to mine. I don't know why, but the conversations of the man who is staying in there are always totally clear. It's weird. He's on some sort of room isolation, but he always has people visiting. I'm pretty sure he's a marrow transplant patient. Good luck to him. I'm debating walking around the halls with my guitar, just to try and break the ice with my fellow sicklings. Maybe I'll wait until I'm bald to do it. Or, more likely, it's not going to happen at all. meh. On a slightly related, more serious note: I really don't want to lose my hair. I've grown rather attached to it throughout these many years. Rather, it's grown, attached to me. I can deal with the chemo, the nausea, blah blah blah, but I'm just vain enough as to want to keep my hair. I feel like that's reasonable, but I don't know. Least of all, my head is going to be cold. Most of all, I'm scared of the reactions of people my age. Because you don't normally see an attractive 20-year old with no hair. I'm pretty sure most people won't be sure how to react. Balls. Oh well. I'm not exactly expecting to meet the love of my life while I'm going through chemo. So, it should be okay, and I should stop worrying. Word.

8 comments:

Megan Amanda Steffen said...

I can't really believe you're worried about this. I mean, one of the first things we talked about when I met you was how you can pull off hats better than anyone I know. Also, I feel like the love of your life, by definition, is going to love you regardless of whether or not you have hair.

That said, I plan on responding by testing out my sundry noogie-ing techniques on you.

Caroline said...

I'm not sure how the noogie-ing is applicable here. Unless you feel inclined to bruise my scalp, in which case I will be rather pist. Also, dude, Megan, you'd be worried if you were going to lose all of your hair too. Don't tell me you wouldn't be... Don't tell me that...

Megan Amanda Steffen said...

Of course I would be worried. Shortly after we established that you look awesome in hats, we decided that I can't wear them at all.

In fact, I am worried. Because my maternal grandMOTHER definitely started to bald when she was fifty. I'm keeping close tabs on my mother, but she's thinning, so the odds aren't looking too good for me. I guess it's an old Chinese lady thing?

Megan Amanda Steffen said...

Also, it wouldn't be starving...I think it would be whatever it's called when you die of thirst? Dying of thirst?

knuwpmp

Caroline said...

I'll take "dying of thirst" for 500, please.

iseul.

bizatch.

Megan Amanda Steffen said...

THIS JUST IN:

Andy pointed out to me that Natalie Portman was a MORE THAN attractive twenty-year-old bald girl. I feel like this needs to be taken into account.

"Besides, Caroline is cute because of her FACE, not her hair."

Hahaha. Wait. Is my boyfriend allowed to think my roommate is cute? Hmmmmmmm.

kmucls!

Also you should call me at somepoint because I am scared to call you because maybe you are sleeping? I always am about to call and then I am like, "wait, I bet she is sleeping. I would be sleeping." So you should call me.

Andy says, "True story." So I guess it must be true.

Do these joint comments freak you out the way they freak me out? Good. I think I'm going to make him get his own blogger account thingie.

Andy says, "I'm not motivated enough to get my own. You'll have to do it for me. Until then..."

Jerkface. (Him, not you.)

--vaya con dios

Megan Amanda Steffen said...

pssst...

His heart rate is approximately 70. Nothing exciting.

No entry today?

Justin said...

I think the word you're looking for is "thirstation."
As for losing your hair: Boo hoo, now you know what it's like to be a man! To be me! I'm already losing my hair, it's true. And my head is too large to wear hats. Nothing like a bald, bulbous head.
I would shave it is a show of solidarity, but it's going to be gone by that time anyway.
Oh, and how dare you and Andy (notice how I interchangeably use "you" to describe Megan and Caroline? Weird) try to pinpoint one source of Caroline's cuteness (which I call hotness.) Unlike the highlander, there can be way more than one.

qvopwbf

again, wrong.

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