Chris had his stitches taken out and all is well. He has to irrigate the wounds daily and he's enlisted me to help. Considering the man had to change bandages and clean catheters for a year, it's the least I can do.
While he was having his teeth done, I was having my hair cut. My stylist is one of those people who has an innate ability to make everyone around her feel good. She's also an angel on earth for so many reasons and I'm just glad to know her. She worked her magic and made my hair lay straight with the aid of a lot of hairspray. I could feel it wanting to spring back into small ringlets. It was strange seeing myself in the mirror with a coiffed do after so many months of being bald. Chris was pleasantly surprised by the normalcy of it all when he picked me up after his appointment.
I've started to observe what looks like the beginning of paronychea on both index fingers and both pinkies. I start to feel obsessive every time I was my hands because of the need to eradicate all traces of water from my fingers. Imagine blow drying your hands at 3 in the morning. It's kind of hard to get back to sleep after that. I'm going through disposable gloves at an accelerated rate in an effort to keep hand washing to a minimum. Before you imagine me swathed in vinyl 23 of 24 hours in a day, let me reassure you that I only wear gloves for food prep and when I have to feed the cats. The rest of the time I try not to touch anything.
I'll be meeting with a specialist in two weeks to start immunizations and I can't wait. Other than that, life is quiet and filled with knitting and baking. I'm hoping to be able to start course work at LSU in the near future. It will be strange after such a long hiatus and I'm sure that my brain will balk at the need to engage again. I'll manage.