My hair is still on my head. Every day it starts to fall out a little more. If I run my hand through my hair, 7 or 8 strands will come out. Every few minutes I have to pick one or two strands off when I feel them fall. It's gross but I just can't part with my hair yet. I know I'm just prolonging the inevitable by waiting until the last minute to shave it off. I'm surprised by the depth of my fear of being bald. I'm not a fearful person so this anxiety that I've been feeling all week has completely caught me off guard. Part of me wants to just get it over with and shave it all off so I can be done with the anticipation of how I'll handle it. I don't know how I'll feel until it actually happens but once it does I can at least begin to process it.
Today I learned how to crochet. I'm going to try it out for a while. I'll see if I can regulate my OCD enough to allow myself to actually enjoy it. I don't want to get my hopes up too much about a productive hobby. :)