Today started off with a weird feeling on the top left of my head. Or rather, hardly any feeling at all. If I touch it it feels similar to sunburned skin so I plopped a bag of ice on ot and realized I didn't feel the cold in the one yamika sized spot off center.
I'm not one to panic about medical stuff - I have a morbid curiosity and life and death - so I googled a bit and discovered that this is a normal sign before it all falls out.
My boss is laughing as I'm explaining this to him clasping a drippy bag of ice to my skull and starts spouting something about having his own Friar Tuck on staff. And I'm trying to explain it's offcenter so that makes no sense, it would be more of a bald French beret - which puts him in absolute stitches.
THEN I got a package in the mail from my sister with chocolates, bacon bits and a jar of MIRACLE WHIP! (Go away, haters!)
I am in heaven planning all the things I can do with Miracle Whip and MRE'S. Were there ketchup, I might even call this place liveable.
Monday we start lockdown. Nobody on or off base. My boss made sure I am covered for chemo next week - and honestly, the news won't change my way of life much. I'm already isolated.
I'm not sure what the point is, though. Even today we are still seeing large gatherings of groups - soccer games, football, basketball.... And thanks to the PX getting a small shipment today I GUARANTEE its going to be a weekend of vicarious barbequeing for most.
Me? I will be in my room making the world's greatest egg salad sandwich all by myself and enjoying it WAY TOO MUCH while binge watching The Good Place.
Quarantine has definitely increased my gratitude a hundred fold.
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