I am now bald--well, nearly. I have razor stubble all over my head by my own choosing, and it's nice and cool up top. I never knew how much having hair insulates the body! And I need to ask my mom about this, but I have a birth mark on the top of my head that runs from the top of my forehead to halfway down the back of my scalp. It's not really a port wine stain, but it's definitely pinker there. It looks like someone spilled Black Cherry Kool-aid on me and wiped it up but not before it stained my head. I would have never known about this unique mark on my body until I shaved my head.
I had so much hair coming out earlier today that it drove me crazy, and it took me much longer to fix my hair because of having to stop and clean up after each step in the process. I could literally feel strands of hair falling onto my back before I got completely dressed. Gross. And if a hair was sticking out, all I had to do was pull lightly on it, and it was out of there! It's kind of crazy, but I almost felt like a zombie off of the movie, The Mummy, where parts of their bodies come off, and they put them back on and keep on trucking. I just applied more White Rain and went about my business, hoping I didn't lose a stray chunk of hair at the post office or on the delivery guy's signature pad.
My friend Glenda Garver had the "honor" of shaving my hair off, and for payment she received some taco bell take-out, a slice of delicious pumpkin roll made by Nancy Fogleman and a couple of hours of laughter. I am thankful to have friends like Glenda who help make situations such as this more matter-of-fact and not too emotional.
I didn't cry or get weepy about it, but with each sweep of the trimmer, I knew I had passed the point of no return and things would be different when I got up out of my patio chair. I kept seeing Glenda toss wads of hair to the sidewalk, and I wondered just how much more hair could be on my head? Lots.
I used to be right at 5'7", but I think my hair made me look a bit taller. You should see me now! I may have to put some stuffing in my hair wraps and turbans to give me the appearance of having more height, ha ha. Unless I want to scare people, I'll be wearing my wig, a scarf or a turban from now on. Paranoia of people staring will be my companion for a while, and I'll get a dose of it tomorrow when we go to Memphis for the day. Hopefully I will get used to the wig and it will be no big deal.
Tonight I'm reminded of the Veggie Tale song where Larry the Cucumber sings, "Oh where, is my hair brush?" And then he finds out his brush has been given away by Bob the Tomato to the Peach because he has more "hair"! Larry laments that he has no hairbrush, and he sings an emotional farewell to his hairbrush by telling the Peach to "Take care, take care, don't dare not care, nice hair, no fair, take care, take care, of my hairbrush!" That's kind of how I'm feeling tonight since I won't be needing my hairbrush for a while.
So I'll clean out the stray hair from my old and faithful hairbrush and put it aside in my drawer for a day months out there in the future when I'll pick it up again to run through my newly grown hair. I'm hoping my new hair will come back with more body and maybe even some curls! A girl can dream, can't she?
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