i'm turning old

I just heard that Ned, is short for the name Edward. Is that even true? I always thought Ed was short for Edward.

A fantastic 5 days just passed. I had surprise visitor Wednesday night, a wonderful boy named Daniel arrived around 9 and just left a few hours ago.

To keep myself from babbling endlessly on about him like a sappy fool I will jump to the fact that he was kind enough to help me with my pre-chemo hair preparation. I cut it a bunch, my hair. Short. Not boy short, but much shorter than I am sued to, especially in the back. It was difficult for multiple reasons. When I was done cutting Daniel was kind enough to apply a bottle of Ultra Light Blond, which is the colour that I intended it to be. Blond. This is the one chance I have to try it out since its just going to fall out anyways. Forty minutes later when I removed my towel turban, I did not have blond hair. I had red hair, my red hair, just lighter. Not what I expected but I really don't mind it. In fact I really quite like it. Which is fortunate. Its the short I am not sure about. But it will only be with me for 2 weeks, so I will appreciate it while I have it.

My chemo starts Tuesday. I got my schedule and it says it will take 8 hours. Uf. I will get to entertain myself for quite a long time. But I have Halloween sewing to do and German to learn. And I am going to see if I can nick a computer game from the library, even though it will most likely make me feel like a 13 year old boy, I have a feeling these hours will prove to be quite long.

I have mixed feeling about it. I do know that once this starts my hair will leave, which I am vain and do not want, but I also know that once it starts, I will get better. Less coughing, I am looking forward to that. Dr. Brenda said on Wednesday that one of the 4 drugs they will be putting in me will start working right away and I should notice a difference immediately. That would be great.

I would love to snag some Pollyeyes while I am up there, but I don't know if thats possible. Maybe they could deliver. Or that yummy sandwich shop on main street that we went to once. They should deliver too. THat was I don't have to pack food. De-lish.

Or Finders. I wish they could deliver me music and movies. "Oh we heard you were in here and knew you were a law-abiding patron of the Findlay store, so we thought we would bring you something to keep you busy." Psh. As if. I just want to peruse their used CDs to my heart's content.

I think I am going to make jello tomorrow. It sounds yummy now. And then I am going to make home made citrus jello from this big 'ol desert book from the library.

Oh dear. This menopause is turning me into an old person.