It’s the little sneaky surprises in life that make me chuckle the most.
Pubic hair. There I said it!
This morning, they were gathering loosely in my undies. This is not the norm. No one has mentioned the short and curlies in all of this chemotherapy business. I thought they might fall out down the track with my eyebrows and eyelashes. But now, they are ALL over the shower recess, the toilet seat, and holding little gatherings like a book club meeting or something. Today is only day 13 from my first FEC -D chemotherapy infusion. Not that I’m counting or anything.
I have spent much of my adult life grooming these little guys. Pity I hadn’t given as much time to the hair on my head, but I am rectifying my abysmal hairdresser visit tally by getting in a few new styles before the head hair falls. I wonder if my nose hairs will also go? I’ve never really been fond of those.
But these ones?
Sticky buggers arent they!
So, if I’m out an about and I have a pubic hair stuck to the side of my face, can you just gently pick it off without even skipping a beat in our riveting conversation?
That would be grand!
Winter is going to be a wee bit chillier this year.