As I mentioned before, my hair started falling out while I was in the hospital this last time. It hasn't been as traumatic or heartbreaking as it was the first time. Honestly, this time it has been just annoying. Hair is getting everywhere. I had just had the thought a week or so ago that we were to the point that we weren't really vacuuming up much hair these days since we lost Evie so long ago. Trust me - as thick as my hair came back, I am certainly making up for it.
I had thought to try brushing my hair out really well each morning and evening, to get all that was loose out and maybe the constant drift of hair around me wouldn't be quite so bad. I tried that this morning before I got into the shower - hoping that maybe I wouldn't stop up the drain. Uh - no. So much came out while washing my hair that all I needed were a couple of little ears and a tail and I would have had a good sized mouse. Or two.
Ew. Totally making the hubs clean that up.
When I checked my head after my shower, I realized I now had bald spots, and gave up on the idea of waiting another day or so before having the hubs buzz it off. Now I have returned to my little old man (only now with receding hairline!) look for the duration. I kept waiting for the tears to come, but honestly? I'm just glad my scalp doesn't hurt all the time!
I mentioned on Facebook that I am grateful for perspective. When this happened last fall, I had such a hard time with it. But this year, it just doesn't seem like that big of a deal. Maybe it's because I know it's going to grow back. Sure - it'll be whiter. Maybe curlier. Hopefully still thick. But it grows back. If looking like a little old man with a receding hairline is what it takes to get back into remission, so be it. I'm down with that.
Now I have to decide for Monday - bare head with my buzz and receding hairline, or break out the scarves? I have a feeling it will be a last minute decision.
Today I'm going to watch Mid-Size University hopefully kick some butt on the football field, and do some laundry. The hubs wants to cook burgers on the grill one last time before it gets so cold later this week, and we might put up the last of the tomatoes as stewed tomatoes. I also would like to go out and see what my english peas are up to today. All in all, it's great to be out of the hospital.
Even without any hair.