The day before it all begins.

It's been a lovely, happy, slightly wierd last day of normality today. My friend came round first thing to shave my head. The deed is done and I have really suprised myself. I've waffled on about my hair quite a bit lately because despite the bravado, I thought this would be the thing that would make me crack. I just couldn't stand the idea of being bald and hideous and not having anything to hide behind. I thought I would weep and wail and not cope, not be able to leave the house (even with a hat, I do look a bit dodgy in hats) but none of that happened. It just felt like the right thing to do, taking a bit of control over something I really don't have much control over. It was strange seeing the mountain of sheep fleece all over the kitchen floor but I really like my new bald head (apart from how grey it is, those curls were hiding a multitude of the little buggers!). In fact if I wasn't buzzing and shaking so much from the steroids (prescription, honest!!) I would probably have blipped it! Baldycarrie looks like a much better bet in a battle than curlycarrie ever did, it's like putting on my warrior uniform or something.
My best buds came over this afternoon with their kids so the children holed themselves away up stairs with DVDs and sweets while we took over the kitchen. I fled for a 20 min trip to the beach just to test drive my new head in public then rejoined the gang to indulge in some serious orange aero eating.
I''m now feeling suprisingly chilled (in a buzzy sort of way) and completely ready for tomorrow. I've no idea how I'm going to be feeling once the side effects kick in but for now, all is good :)