No amount of brushing, flossing or rinsing will get rid of the brown stains on my lower teeth. I desperately need a cleaning but I'll have to wait until I'm one year post-transplant. I've always been overly sensitive about my teeth. I have an overbite and I compare my uppers to horse teeth. Thanks to my high cheekbones and small but attractive eyes (vanity alert), when someone looks at me, their gaze is drawn upward, away from my toothy grin. I hope. Maybe I'll try baking soda.
On the positive side, I have hair. It's cancer hair (I'm borrowing this phrase from a a fellow survivor), which means it's strangely curly, especially in the back where I'll be sporting a mullet by Spring. The front is still straightish but doesn't come close to covering my high forehead. I refer to it as the Julius Caesar look. Weird hair is better than no hair in my book.
My biggest concern about my physical appearance is that I'm rather emaciated. I've always been thin but when I look at my body in the mirror, I wince. I think I'm eating enough, and I hardly ever throw up anymore, but I'm obviously not taking in enough calories for my energy level. Before I go the yucky hi-cal commerical drinks route, I'm checking what I eat to see if it really is adequate. I'm keeping a food log (I have a feeling I've done this before), and my competitive side is trying to make the list as long and caloric as possible. Yesterday afternoon, I made myself a hot fudge sundae--two scoops, hot fudge sauce, peanuts and lots of whipped cream. I also started using the exercise bike in the theory that if I burn calories, I be hungrier than if I sit in a chair all day.
Speaking of exercise, I'm signing off now so I can take Turbo for a walk in the snow. I'll dress warmly and be very careful. Maybe I'll get rosy cheeks which will only add to my beauty.