Finally, after five days… relief. That’s four days of Miralax and a day of coffee thrown in for good measure. Stupid chemo.
Hair is barely hanging on. The bf thinks it’s hilarious to pet my head and see how much hair falls out. He seems to have made more peace with my possible/eventual baldness than I have. I’ve taken to baring my teeth and attempting to bite his hand when it comes near my head. Because I’m all mature about it that way.
On a bright note, looks like we’re the front runners for the new apartment one street over. I’m so excited though the prospect of packing and moving seem extremely daunting at the moment. I will celebrate and worry on Monday when the management company confirms whether we get the apartment for a good price or not.
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