OMG

So, today, I have nausea, diarrhea, heartburn, a headache, I'm sleepy and my mouth is killing me.  And I'm not even taking the meds right now.   So I take a shower in anticipation of a promised trip to Chuck E. Cheese (ughh), I dry my hair and look at my very sensitive and itchy scalp and I gasp.  My hair is turning white! I know, I know, who cares? In the midst of everything else, does it really matter? No. And if my roots weren't so dark, I probably would not have noticed.  But they are, I did, and next week I'm going to have an interesting thin skunk line down the top of my head.  Whatever.  I certainly wasn't the oddest looking person at Chuck E. Cheese, and we got 700 tickets.  I was disappointed when I had to get Ranch dressing on my salad because vinegarette does not agree with the sensitive tongue issue, and the Ranch had pepper or seasoning or something, because my first bite was like swallowing fire.  Pizza is out of the question because of the tomato sauce.  So I drank my tea and mashed up the carrots, cucumbers and mushrooms.  yum.  not.  

I know the hair thing is not really a big deal, but when I've already got a long list of chemo side effects, and I'm on a break from the meds, and I'm waiting to feel normal again, it's hard seeing one more thing show up.  My camel's back is breaking.  I don't want any more straws right now.  I'd go eat ice cream, but it's too cold and hurts my mouth.  I wish my husband was here to cheer me up.  He'd hug me and kiss me and say something totally inappropriate that would make me laugh, and then the straws would fall off my camel into a big pile on the floor, that I could then burn in the fireplace.  

I'm going to go play the Wii with the boy, and look forward to mac'n cheese for dinner, and to having a better day tomorrow.  As the Rev. Run says, 

God is Love.