It’s 10:28 at night on Thursday night. I’m the only one awake in the house right now. I’m trying to decide if I feel nauseous or am just worried I’m feeling nauseous . . . took another nausea medicine just to be safe.
Maybe it’s because I keep thinking this is the last night I’m sleeping with hair, wondering if it will ever have a chance to grow back between treatments.
Or what will it be like for the man sleeping next to me, who has been with me as a boyfriend or husband for over half of his life, to see me without hair tomorrow? He says it won’t matter, but I tear up just thinking about it. 🙁
Hoping the Tylenol PM kicks in soon . . .