....Gone tomorrow!So, I’ve been a little frugal with passing information, not having talked to you all for the best part of three weeks. Not an altogether extreme time for me, but stuff has happened and considering this is a blog I should have passed it on. Otherwise I become rather too editorial in my output. Talking of which, does anyone want to use the “comment” on the blog site? It would give me the impression that someone is actually out there.
The ten days of radiotherapy went well. That would be my definition of “well” in as much as I had no problem commuting to the Marsden every day with no side effects of tiredness whatsoever. My thanks to all of you who wished to make sure that I wasn’t going to have a hard time with the travelling. Those closer to me will know that there was reason in their concern and typically I discounted some of these attentions, I hope graciously. Three days into the treatment I got out of my bed in the middle of the night and crashed through a table causing a few facial disfigurements and a significant pool of blood (on a cream carpet!). This evidently was a result of the radiotherapy causing inflammation and was always a possibility. I guess that’s why they advised I didn’t drive!! Anyhow, 4am at the local A&E on effectively a Saturday night and I looked like I had been in a good punch up. Both eyes blacked up eventually together with assorted grazes, oh and 12 stitches to the top lip below the nose. The table I had crashed through was made of steel and wire racking. Now that was a different look! So you can see the concern from those around me. Shored up by more steroids I was fine afterwards. All the time to the end of treatment was uneventful as I said…until… the fateful day I swept my hair back…
At first it was one or two little bits of hair that caught my attention, mostly because they were in my hand as opposed to being on my head. However a light tug or two soon convinced me that there was absolutely no hope of keeping it and by the end of the evening it had been trimmed back to a practically invisible 3mm white crop… with the texture of a kiwi fruit! Thankfully the black eyes have now reduced to a rather “sleepless” dark tone and the plastic surgery under my nose is remarkable in its invisibility. Unsurprisingly, I’m told by friends it is a look that suits me. Lets face it, they would hardly tell me that I look like a piece of c**p who shouldn’t go out in public! Now that my face has recovered I offer little objection to the comment seeing that the baldness wasn’t exactly by choice. I still catch reflections of myself and have to take a double look. It’s not the me I know but I choose just to let the baldness be part of who I am for now…the 2009 Autumn look.
The ten days of radiotherapy went well. That would be my definition of “well” in as much as I had no problem commuting to the Marsden every day with no side effects of tiredness whatsoever. My thanks to all of you who wished to make sure that I wasn’t going to have a hard time with the travelling. Those closer to me will know that there was reason in their concern and typically I discounted some of these attentions, I hope graciously. Three days into the treatment I got out of my bed in the middle of the night and crashed through a table causing a few facial disfigurements and a significant pool of blood (on a cream carpet!). This evidently was a result of the radiotherapy causing inflammation and was always a possibility. I guess that’s why they advised I didn’t drive!! Anyhow, 4am at the local A&E on effectively a Saturday night and I looked like I had been in a good punch up. Both eyes blacked up eventually together with assorted grazes, oh and 12 stitches to the top lip below the nose. The table I had crashed through was made of steel and wire racking. Now that was a different look! So you can see the concern from those around me. Shored up by more steroids I was fine afterwards. All the time to the end of treatment was uneventful as I said…until… the fateful day I swept my hair back…
At first it was one or two little bits of hair that caught my attention, mostly because they were in my hand as opposed to being on my head. However a light tug or two soon convinced me that there was absolutely no hope of keeping it and by the end of the evening it had been trimmed back to a practically invisible 3mm white crop… with the texture of a kiwi fruit! Thankfully the black eyes have now reduced to a rather “sleepless” dark tone and the plastic surgery under my nose is remarkable in its invisibility. Unsurprisingly, I’m told by friends it is a look that suits me. Lets face it, they would hardly tell me that I look like a piece of c**p who shouldn’t go out in public! Now that my face has recovered I offer little objection to the comment seeing that the baldness wasn’t exactly by choice. I still catch reflections of myself and have to take a double look. It’s not the me I know but I choose just to let the baldness be part of who I am for now…the 2009 Autumn look.
Any ideas as to what colour and type it will return? I reckon I'll look like Caesar Augustus...white and curly given the chance. I don't think so somehow!
Richard
You are going to some pretty extreme measures to get scars that get somewhere close to mine, only surprise is you didn't take a slice out of your head during the crew cut - nice one Yul!
ReplyDeleteMike
Rich, You did not tell us what happened to the table! Are you going to have a rematch? My monies on you for the return bout!
ReplyDeleteTim.
Hey Richard,
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh, your war wounds are v shocking, good job the cuts and bruises will heal - not sure about the new fetish though...you've gone from lycra (which was Lookin Good) to the mesh which will I see escalating one of two ways - the full S&M monty, or the other end of the scale - Naturism!!!!! Can't wait to see which, only prob is that as I'm in Qatar and the fun police sensor stuff, I may not get to see the end look - boo hoo!!! Take care xxxx