Weekend Wig Out
Wig shopping isn't nearly as much fun as shoe shopping. No one in the shoe department looks at you with abject pity when you tell them that you need a new pair of shoes. The shoe salesman doesn't try to push you into a nice pair of orthotics when what you really want are some killer heels.
The first store was recommended by my hair stylist and from our visit it became clear to me that he had never set foot in the store. The very nice, but somewhat older, woman who was helping us was wearing a wig by choice. She seemed to be of the belief that the same look would be suitable for me. It might be, in about 45 years. She kept bringing me wigs with straight hair and wigs that were much shorter than I've ever worn my hair. She was talking about human hair, synthetics, and blends. When I asked what the difference was, she only told me the difference in price. I wanted to kick the tires and hear about what kind of mileage I could expect. I reached a breaking point. It was only a small part the trauma of wig shopping and losing my hair. Mostly it was frustration that no one was hearing me. As quickly as I could get the wig off my head, we were on to the next store.
At the second store, I was told I could chose between human hair, synthetic, or a blend. "It just depends on what you're used to," she said. Well, I'm used to human hair since that's what I've had my whole life. After that temporary setback, though, she quickly located a wig that "looked like me." I don't know if I would go that far, but it'll do. She took much more time with us and I felt a little more comfortable about the prospect. So I carefully took down the style and color and left so we could think about it.
Really, I wanted to come home and look on the Internet. In the first store, wigs were in the $400-600 range. I'm not going to spend a car payment on something that I'm not going to wear every day. The wig that looked like me in the second store was around $300, but still way more than I plan to spend on a glorified hat. I found the same wig online last night for $200 less than it was in the store. For my purposes, an Internet wig will be just fine, thank you very much.
The trauma of wig shopping was quickly erased as I headed south on 29. The closer I got to C'ville, the better I felt about the world. It was wonderful to see all of my friends and wish Dizzy B. a happy 30th birthday in person.
This morning I made a quick trip to the pharmacy to pick up my first anti-emetic. This better be the good stuff. Once again, thank god I have insurance. 3 pills cost me $50. If I hadn't had insurance, it would have been $432.50. And this is just to make the chemo tolerable, not the actual chemo itself!
My dear friend Margaret just dropped off a wonderful chicken pot pie. It looked so good, I had some for dinner tonight. The rest is in the freezer for those post-chemo days when I just don't feel like cooking. Thank you, Marg!
The first store was recommended by my hair stylist and from our visit it became clear to me that he had never set foot in the store. The very nice, but somewhat older, woman who was helping us was wearing a wig by choice. She seemed to be of the belief that the same look would be suitable for me. It might be, in about 45 years. She kept bringing me wigs with straight hair and wigs that were much shorter than I've ever worn my hair. She was talking about human hair, synthetics, and blends. When I asked what the difference was, she only told me the difference in price. I wanted to kick the tires and hear about what kind of mileage I could expect. I reached a breaking point. It was only a small part the trauma of wig shopping and losing my hair. Mostly it was frustration that no one was hearing me. As quickly as I could get the wig off my head, we were on to the next store.
At the second store, I was told I could chose between human hair, synthetic, or a blend. "It just depends on what you're used to," she said. Well, I'm used to human hair since that's what I've had my whole life. After that temporary setback, though, she quickly located a wig that "looked like me." I don't know if I would go that far, but it'll do. She took much more time with us and I felt a little more comfortable about the prospect. So I carefully took down the style and color and left so we could think about it.
Really, I wanted to come home and look on the Internet. In the first store, wigs were in the $400-600 range. I'm not going to spend a car payment on something that I'm not going to wear every day. The wig that looked like me in the second store was around $300, but still way more than I plan to spend on a glorified hat. I found the same wig online last night for $200 less than it was in the store. For my purposes, an Internet wig will be just fine, thank you very much.
The trauma of wig shopping was quickly erased as I headed south on 29. The closer I got to C'ville, the better I felt about the world. It was wonderful to see all of my friends and wish Dizzy B. a happy 30th birthday in person.
This morning I made a quick trip to the pharmacy to pick up my first anti-emetic. This better be the good stuff. Once again, thank god I have insurance. 3 pills cost me $50. If I hadn't had insurance, it would have been $432.50. And this is just to make the chemo tolerable, not the actual chemo itself!
My dear friend Margaret just dropped off a wonderful chicken pot pie. It looked so good, I had some for dinner tonight. The rest is in the freezer for those post-chemo days when I just don't feel like cooking. Thank you, Marg!
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