More on the hair...of course

I don't know if any of you are getting tired of hearing about my hair. I know I am. But the topic seems to be front and center in my life right now. For a change, the latest doesn't involve my head hair. But I have to digress a sec to explain. On my first round of chemo, I lost about half my hair on day 10. The rest, or almost the rest, came on day 10 of round two. About 5% remained, leaving the equivalent of a bunch of 1/4" porcupine pokeys covering my scalp. Very flattering. But I'm told not to shave close, just in case I cut myself (chemo patients don't heal well.) So round three I was kind of watching for those final pokeys to come out. But do they? No, in fact after careful scrutiny I suspect they may actually be growing. What did come out is my nose hair. That's right. My NOSE hair. In case you ever wondered whether that hair is important, let me just tell you that it is...terribly...important. I'm considering investing in Kleenex stock. Or maybe wearing a bandana directly under my nose. Maybe a tissue attached to those lovely chains that grannies use to hold onto their spectacles. It's not like I need to worry about scaring people, given up on that. I need something however, because the drip is constant. Sigh.