My hair started falling out last Tuesday. While driving home from the library I scratched my head at a stoplight and came away with wolfman fingers. Ironically I had just made an appointment for a haircut, which I had to cancel.
It doesn’t take long to go from alopecia areata to alopecia totalis. Over the next few days I started shedding like a Shih Tzu, so I decided on a preemptive strike. Today I had my son-in-law, Alan, shave my head. I made it a family affair so the grandkids wouldn’t be scared the next time they saw me.
There is an art cranial depilation and Alan is an artist. Check out my new look in the photo section of the sidebar.
I’ve bought a hat and selected an appropriate tattoo. Now I just have to get enough sun so that I look like a brown egg instead of a white one.