Dec. 21: So many things

I haven’t posted in a few days, and I wouldn’t write right now if not for that fancy little bulleted list button up on the toolbar. I’m way too scattered to write a cohesive post.

• Christmas shopping: done. I think. This year I shopped locally and online, almost equally. I hate waiting until the last minute, but Amazon Prime is, like, the greatest invention EVER, and I was still placing orders yesterday. If you need a cardboard box with an Amazon logo on it, by Friday I’ll have a very tall pile of them.
• The mall: Hell on earth.
• Doorbell: rings too much.
• Christmas shipments: done. Definitely. Will they get to their destinations before Christmas? I sure hope so.
• The Nanny Diaries sequel: purchased. I didn’t see the movie (Scarlett Johansson is one of those totally overrated actresses, IMO), but I read the book when it first came out and really liked it. Nanny Returns picks up 12 years after Nanny stops working for the X’s.
• Millie: cabin feverish. The cat’s locked up in our bedroom while Gilly’s here, and she’s going nuts. We let her out for a little while yesterday, and it seemed to help. I think she realized that outside isn’t so awesome when it’s rainy and cold—she hasn’t asked to go out since she came back last night.
• My vision: all wonky. WTF? I noticed last week that I was having a hard time seeing long distances. During The Nutcracker performance, I couldn’t tell which bad actor was Jack. I called my oncologist to ask about it and was told it’s a temporary side effect from the steroids—the steroids I haven’t taken since the week of my last treatment. Hopefully I’ll get more information when I see the doctor tomorrow, and hopefully I’ll feel comfortable enough to drive again someday. This kinda sucks.
• Chemo: tomorrow. Loveliest Lori is accompanying me on treatment #2. Let’s hope it takes less than six hours this time. Let’s also hope it doesn’t make me so sick that I spend Christmas Day in bed. The timing for treatment #2 could definitely be better.
• My head: hurts. It’s not headache-y; it’s tender. I think it hurts from the nonstop pulling on my very loosely attached hair. I blame The Boy.
• Bathroom sink: clogged with hair. I don’t have much left, but what comes out every day still manages to plug up the drain again and again.
• Hairless: the people who love me most. My cousin Deanna suggested that rather than shaving your heads, y’all should get Brazilian bikini waxes in support of me losing my hair. Great idea, isn’t it? Turns out there are a lot more people who would rather shave their heads. It also turns out that not everyone knows exactly what makes a Brazilian bikini wax different from a regular one. Here’s a pretty good account. And if you’re on the fence, I don’t advise reading this article.
• My hairy friends: I still love you. But a little ‘scaping wouldn’t kill ya, would it?
• Akinator: silly fun. Think of a real person, movie character, anything like that… the Akinator will ask you questions until he guesses who you’re thinking of. Try it.