Mom, the Alien

Here is how the last 30 minutes went in my house:

Me: Honey, I need you to take pictures of my head, so I can document my weekly hair growth.
Tony: Ok.....(with a weird look on his face.)

We started with the digital camera.

Tony: This is the best I can get.
Me: OMG. Is that what my head really looks like? The top has no hair at all? That's horrible. It's so ugly. By the way, I need a picture of my eyes too, so I can see my eyelashes.

We upload the photos and they really are hideous. I even debated on whether or not I should put these on the Internet for all to see. I ask Tony if he can use Photoshop to make them look better. He modifies them a little bit as the kids walk into the office.

Matthew: (looking at the picture of my head) Ewww...gross.
Tony: It's not nice to say that, Matthew.
Matthew: I thought it was an alien. I didn't know that was mom.

So, Tony decides we'd better use the DSLR to get a better shot. I was still not happy with the pictures, but he said that's what my head really looks like and there wasn't anything he could do to change that. I tried to Photoshop them myself, but nothing worked. So I present you with these unedited pictures of my spotted head and eyes with pokey lashes. The second picture almost looks as if I have eyebrows. But it's really just where they used to be. I hope to see some improvement over the next few weeks.

This weekend, I've been feeling pretty run down. It could be that Peyton and her cousins are all sick, and I could have caught a virus from them. My whole body was achy today, to the point where I could barely walk. I rested all day and it helped a lot, but it's back to work tomorrow. Report cards are due, and conferences are the following week. So there's no time to slow down and take a break.

On another work related note, my coworkers are absolutely wonderful. They spoke with the district and set up a bank where people could donate their sick days to me. Although chemo has ended, they are encouraging me to use those donated days to take at least one day a week off until the end of the school year. I think I will start doing that after conference week. An extra day off each week will help my body recuperate sooner. I just need to relinquish control and let others help me. That's been the hardest part so far. Asking for help and also accepting it. Sometimes, I think I'm invincible and I can do it all. Then I realize that I'm mortal, all too mortal for that matter. But let's save the subject of mortality for another post, shall we?