Well... I'm officially the worst blogger ever. I'm terribly sorry I haven't kept you guys up to date, I've been busy with revision and work and sleeping and eating and curling up in the foetal position.
Anyway, not much has actually been happening, really. I've been preoccupied with chemo (which is not fun, as it turns out. Who would've thought it?) and generally being ill. I'm on my fourth round of chemo though- which means I am done the "easy" bit of this treatment regime! Also, I only have a couple more months of treatment to go, which is nice. Although knowing that those are going to be miserable months is not very nice. High dose does not sound like fun. Oh! And I'm being moved to adult oncology soon, as I'm going to be sixteen in a few weeks! That means I can do all sorts of stuff! Like buy a cow. Or a tractor. Or a scratch card! The latter seems more likely...
I had a hair appointment today. Yes, I do know I don't have any hair. It was for a wig... Let me tell you, having a wig-hair appointment is the weirdest thing ever. But it actually looks fab, so I'm really pleased! I can totally go out and people not know I'm ill now! It's real hair, which I thought would be creepy and had all these nightmare images in my head of the hair taking over my soul or something, but its actually so soft that I don't care. I could spend all day stroking it... I get the best if both worlds now! So when its all hot and sticky in summer (well, you never know, it COULD happen...) and you guys are all sweaty and uncomfortable with your hair and trying to tie it up so your necks don't get too hot, I'll just be chilling with my suncream covered glorious baldness all cool and relaxed. And then if its cold, I can totally put on my wig and be like the rest of you. So nuh. Plus I can totally draw on my head and do harry hill impressions better than y'all.
I've decided that the best new summer thing is breaking into song every now and then. Random moments, and just in the middle of anything- just burst into an uplifting song, it really does help with the moods.
Like, recently, I've either been singing "All Star" by Smash Mouth (a peoples favourite) and "Don't you forget about me" by Simple Minds... Although no one seems to get the fist pumping with that song.
Also, random jazz hands are a brilliant thing. I think it should be made a legality that at a certain time of day everyone in the country has to do jazz hands. It would be EPIC.
Anyway. Away from the nonsense! I'm really going to try to write more... I know I said that last time, but I think I have more to say now. I hope you are all well, and I love you all!
Goodbye for now,
Le Befuddled Baldy <3
Also, Matt is fabulous. None of you need to know who he is, or what he does. Just know, wherever you are in the world, that he is fabulous, and is made of unicorns and pixie dust and rainbows. Goodnight.
Anyway, not much has actually been happening, really. I've been preoccupied with chemo (which is not fun, as it turns out. Who would've thought it?) and generally being ill. I'm on my fourth round of chemo though- which means I am done the "easy" bit of this treatment regime! Also, I only have a couple more months of treatment to go, which is nice. Although knowing that those are going to be miserable months is not very nice. High dose does not sound like fun. Oh! And I'm being moved to adult oncology soon, as I'm going to be sixteen in a few weeks! That means I can do all sorts of stuff! Like buy a cow. Or a tractor. Or a scratch card! The latter seems more likely...
I had a hair appointment today. Yes, I do know I don't have any hair. It was for a wig... Let me tell you, having a wig-hair appointment is the weirdest thing ever. But it actually looks fab, so I'm really pleased! I can totally go out and people not know I'm ill now! It's real hair, which I thought would be creepy and had all these nightmare images in my head of the hair taking over my soul or something, but its actually so soft that I don't care. I could spend all day stroking it... I get the best if both worlds now! So when its all hot and sticky in summer (well, you never know, it COULD happen...) and you guys are all sweaty and uncomfortable with your hair and trying to tie it up so your necks don't get too hot, I'll just be chilling with my suncream covered glorious baldness all cool and relaxed. And then if its cold, I can totally put on my wig and be like the rest of you. So nuh. Plus I can totally draw on my head and do harry hill impressions better than y'all.
I've decided that the best new summer thing is breaking into song every now and then. Random moments, and just in the middle of anything- just burst into an uplifting song, it really does help with the moods.
Like, recently, I've either been singing "All Star" by Smash Mouth (a peoples favourite) and "Don't you forget about me" by Simple Minds... Although no one seems to get the fist pumping with that song.
Also, random jazz hands are a brilliant thing. I think it should be made a legality that at a certain time of day everyone in the country has to do jazz hands. It would be EPIC.
Anyway. Away from the nonsense! I'm really going to try to write more... I know I said that last time, but I think I have more to say now. I hope you are all well, and I love you all!
Goodbye for now,
Le Befuddled Baldy <3
Also, Matt is fabulous. None of you need to know who he is, or what he does. Just know, wherever you are in the world, that he is fabulous, and is made of unicorns and pixie dust and rainbows. Goodnight.
