
| May 23rd, 2005 | Coping with Hair Loss | ||
I can’t stop touching my head. My hair is gone, for the time being anyway. It’s so strange. This morning when I took a shower, I reached for the shampoo first thing as I always do. Old habits will die hard. I scrubbed my head and noticed that millions of tiny hairs chased each other down the drain. My hair is really starting to come out now. Afterward when I was toweling off, I was pleasantly surprised at how quickly I can get ready now. With just a quick towel dry, my hair is “done”. Low maintanence. I like it. And, I’m nice and cool in the summer heat. But then, when I look in the mirror, there I am. Ugh. I know that I can always get a wig, but the thought of having that on my head during the hot summer makes my head itch. No, I’ll just ‘let it all hang out’ and let the world know that I’m sick. And, if anyone looks at me funny, I’ll just give them the finger.
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