Hair, hibiscus, and happy birthday

It’s my 47^th birthday. Yay. Did anyone hear that news story back in March about how 47 is the most miserable year for people? Well, it seems to be holding true for me. After having coffee and playing cookie jam, I got dressed and went to a drive-thru COVID testing place. I needed to get a COVID test for my port installation on Monday. I was more worried about the swab than the port procedure. It wasn’t that bad, though the 10 seconds was an unpleasant surprise.

I gave myself a pandemic/pre-chemo haircut today. I’ve been wanting to cut my hair for a while, and I wanted to do it myself because it’s freeing. Knowing I will be losing my hair eventually means I can really make a mess of it. I don’t even know if anyone can tell, but I had fun. And I saved some in a Ziploc baggie in case I ever need to see what color my old hair was. I am very curious to see what it will look like when it grows back. Will it be darker? More gray? Curlier? Straight? I did consider doing the cooling cap thing but it seemed like too much of a hassle. I’m so glad it was invented, and I think it’s awesome that there’s a foundation to pay for it at NW. But why not do the whole bit – baldness and all. I like wearing hats.

Today I also planted a hibiscus plant that I bought at Home Depot this week. It’s called Heartbreaker and it’s a gorgeous orange-pink shade. Very similar to the orange-pink shade of the Bath and Body Works Guavatini shower gel that I was obsessed with earlier this summer. I put it as a point of a hibiscus triangle with the red one and the new this summer light pink one. I do love those flowers. I gave it a kiss. SO SYMBOLIC.

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