80's mom hair

Yep, another boring hair post! This is the last one, promise :P (mainly due to having very little hair left that I could actually cut off, haha)...
So haven't lost too much hair from the chemo in general, although it was getting dry and tangled and had to brush the knots out so much that I was loosing more than I should have been! So to combat this, just thought, 'fook it, you must go, stupid knotty hair', and so here's the result...

Sorry again for the smug/ creepy look -as I said before, selffies are not my forte. Cut it myself (again), which had my mum in a complete panic; bless her! Haven't been to a hairdressers in years that the thought of paying someone that much for something I could do myself seems silly.

In other news.... PICC insertion appointment on Monday, aggghhhh!!! ...Trying not to panic, although I really wish I could be knocked out for it (o_O)

Any advice from anyone out there who has one inserted would be much appreciated! Please comment below :)

Lessons of summer

Today (four days away from starting college again) I've been reflecting on what a lovely, relaxed summer I've had... let me give a little background here: I'm the type of person who loves to be busy, uses it as a pain relief even, and only feel things when I stop. As well as full time college, I enabled myself to live like this through a couple of part time volunteer jobs and through my charity crafting (PLUG ALERT... go 'like' my Facebook page: KittyLovesTeddies). I decided at the start of the summer (for several different reasons but mainly due to wanting to focus on my third year of college) that I would cut down dramatically on my charity work and try and focus on myself. To be honest it was simply an after thought that my body has been getting worse and maybe I should slow things down. Sounds crazy, I know -you'd think being extremely fatigued and feeling like crap would be my first concern, but truth is, I love being insanely busy so I'm

'Pull back film lid' and other challenges

So I'm up minding my dad and family dog Daisy for the week, while my mum and sister are away on a wee trip. It's like the blind leading the blind, or rather the old doddery, lazy fool leading the young but slightly disabled woman, in that it's time like these where I'm meant to be the strongest person in the room, that I really think 'fuck me, my body is made of absolute shite'.

From last nights fiasco of trying to pull the bins to the front of the house (admittedly, I get Simon to do this job at home), from today's 'Pull back film lid' request on the baked beans which resulted in me wrestling with said lid for 20 mins before giving up and jabbing a knife through the little shithead. Again this incident was reproduced later with a pack of smoked salmon (what a contrast of foods there -note, the beans were not ate with the salmon, in fact the beans were solely ate by my dad, I for one never eat beans and think they are little red evil nuggets of disgusting-ness), but I was quicker this time to give up

...It's the little things in life, eh?