It just HAD to be windy!

I'm back at work today and I'm so happy to see all my friends. I try to be as least dramatic as possible when I walk in, but everyone is so nice and asks how I am doing and says my hair looks good, so it's a little dramatic. I don't necessarily believe the hair part. I'm wearing the shaggy wig and it simply feels ridiculous. It's feels like a high, furry hat. And the bangs are sticking me in the face. I think if it was real hair I wouldn't mind the hair in my face so much. It's just that it's a little prickly and it feels unnatural.

This is the look after I walked to my car in the 60 mph wind. Not my best look!

On top of feeling a little self conscious, it's a blustery mess out today! Like really pretty damn windy! So on top of feeling like there's a raccoon on top of my head, now I'm worried about it flying off! I wish there was a hidden camera watching me as I play with the wig. I must look like a spastic idiot with a tic of some sort.

Cancer: Take 1 With Hair was a whole lot easier than Cancer:Take 2 Without Hair.

I'm thrilled to be back in a routine though. The routine of being in the hospital is boring. Despite the wonderful programming we provide at News 8, most television is simply awful. (ie: Ice Loves Coco) I have been laying low at home for the last three days. Friday I didn't even turn on the TV because I couldn't stand it anymore. That's saying something. Now I can dive in on the 37 books I have on my bedside stand.

Did I mention the de ja vu factor of the hospital stay? Same room as 2009. During Cancer 1, I started writing a book about all the funny shit that happened. I never did anything with it - probably because God knew there were would a Volume 2. But I went back to it a found the part about that hospital room.

Here's the except:

"Last time I was in the hospital, I had a great view of the cemetery. It was a good reminder: "If you don't make it here, we'll just put you there." This time though, the view from my room was pretty non-descript - another wing of the hospital, I could see about 10 windows from my hospital bed. It didn't take long to notice the lights were on at all hours on the night in the wing across the way. Sometimes the lights would flick on and off really fast. Odd. The next morning I found out - that is the psych ward. Again: "If you don't make it here, we'll just put you there."

It snowed while I was in the hospital. I was on a heavy morphine drip for a couple of days, so things are fuzzy. But I distinctly remember looking out the window and noticing the snow flakes were falling UP. The nurse said it wasn't the morphine, it was a weird wind tunnel created by the two wings of the hospital. I can imagine what the patients in the psych ward thought about the rising snow flakes."

At least it didn't snow this time.

Nothing but sunshine this time! Of course, it was sunny and 75 while I was trapped inside!

My Throne. Note the French Fries on the table. My appetite is just fine!

I was running a small florist in my room! I loved it!! So beautiful and it smelled wonderful too. Nothing like some gerber daisies and roses to take the cold edge off a hotel room!