So I'm walking around in scarves that I find binding and annoying. I'm paranoid about looking like a victim, which I probably did on Monday when I ventured out for the first time after the chemo from hell. I was exhausted and ready to vomit at any given point. Which considering I went to the supermarket and the bank, wasn't a good thing.
I've been experimenting with how to tie the scarves. I don't like the long bit flapping at the back so am ending up with a head wrap a lot of the time.
When I was in the supermarket, I noticed a woman giving me REALLY filthy looks. I'm a particularly unobservent person, so it was definitely NOT a figment of my imagination. They were real evils. I thought about it but... whatever.
Then when I was in town, a Muslim woman made a real point of smiling at me. LIGHTBULB! I look like a convert. Fabulous! I love it. Except I hope they don't think I'm a terrorist.
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