Hair: the bitter non-musical.
Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention, please!
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair,
to discover your pillow is covered with hair,
what ought not to be there? — Tobey, Sweeney Todd
I don’t know if this is a delayed karma bomb or an indication that something is wrong, but last night I learned that a quarter sized patch of my hair is missing.
Gone. poof. ¿adónde mi pelo fue?
Regardless of what caused the hair loss, it doesn’t look like it’s going to be growing back anytime soon from what I’m reading on the internet (purveyor of smut and needless worry). It could be 6 months to a year before it even starts to grow back. AND I don’t know if I’ll lose any more.
OMG – what if I loose little quarter-sized patches all over my scalp? That’s going to look pretty lame. If that happens, I’ll just shave my entire head and be done with it. On the other hand, this would be a fabulous excuse to grow a hat collection. (I won’t wear a beret since I had my ass kicked in 7th grade by 4 scary chola girls for wearing one). CRAP – tall people are going to notice it right away.
You know what’s really weird? Feeling my scalp. I never thought there would be a time that I wouldn’t have my hair. I took it for granted that as a female, I wouldn’t have to face hair loss.
And I have a horrible fascination with the little bald patch. My hand keeps gravitating to my head and my fingers search out and trace the hairless circle on the top of my head. It looks like a cantaloupe. A hairy cantaloupe.
Maybe this is just a present from life welcoming me to the beginning of middle-age. Or maybe Glenn is secretly cutting off my hair while I’m sleeping.
I’ll make a doctor appointment today.
February 5th, 2008 at 10:41 am
THERE IS NO NEED FOR FEARING A NEW LOOK! Picture yourself as a family pioneer, a bon vivant, the edgy standard bearer.
I think that those ClaraBelle the clown capped head pieces with the fluffy red hair would serve one well during the trial period….that time where you are trying to find your own voice of expression, Jeannen. Like the eyepatch I had to wear, “Attention must be paid!” (Death of a Salesman) So, clown, Godiva, Carrot-top, Shirley Temple, Yul Brenner, whatever….none of these will ever detract from your lovely contenance……can’t happen…….
Love, Laurie
February 6th, 2008 at 6:23 pm
I’d never do anything like that to you!
Love you.