Yeah, so, I’ve only got four chemo treatments left. Let’s dance!
I’ve been wearing my wigs less and less. I don’t quite have a full head of hair yet, but I’ve got a decent amount of coverage. It’s all white and brown.
I think the novelty of the wigs have worn off. On a day-to-day basis, I’m kinda over it. I don’t wear a wig when picking up and dropping off Calvin at school anymore. I certainly don’t wear a wig to yoga. When I go to the store, I just wear a hat. Everybody is looking at their phones anyway. They are not looking at me. And if they do look at me, what are they going to do? Yell at me? ”
Them: “Hey lady! You’re bald.”
Me: “Yep. Thanks for noticing.”
In San Francisco, a bald lady at no thang.
I did wear a wig on Sunday when we attended Calvin’s friend Albert’s 3rd birthday party at the Peek-A-Boo Factory. I wore my red-red wig, because it’s a party and I thought maybe the kids would like it. Two little girls came up to me and said, “That’s not real,” pointing at my hair. Bitches. I knocked them down and ran off. Don’t worry. Everything is padded at the Peek-A-Boo Factory. They’re fine … I think.
By the way, have you been to the Peek-A-Boo Factory? There’s one in San Francisco. They are all over the place with names such as The Jungle, The Playhouse, etc. There’s a large, padded play structure and a slide with a million kids running around screaming. If you’d been to one, you’d remember.
I thought we would walk in to this place with Calvin, and he would immediately demand we leave. Instead, he ditched us. He ran into that play area as soon as we walked in, and didn’t come out for like three hours. When we got home he took a four-hour nap. You guys, it’s only $10 for an all-day pass.
Of course, it’s a massive germ factory. When we got home I had to take a Silkwood shower for fear that I would catch something, especially since I actually went into the play structure for a while. You know kids are just wiping their snot (or worse) all over everything in there. I was in there for maybe 10 minutes, looking for Calvin’s hat. I came out all sweaty with my wig all askew. I was a hot mess.
Calvin LOVED that place, though. If it had food and booze we’d probably never leave.