I have always thought of myself as having fine hair. And compared to women with curly, voluminous hairdos that I envy, I didn't think I had that much of it. So, when that first clump of hair fell out about a week ago, I felt a moment of panic and then, as medical training prepares you to do, I immediately turned my brief panic into practical stoicism. "Ok, here we go, I am going to be bald by sundown. I must locate my bandana."
Exhibit A. Penny for scale. A few hours worth of hair loss. |
Then the next day came. I woke up with hair in my mouth. My scalp ached (this is normal and now I understand what my patients mean when they say their hair hurts). More hair fell out onto the floor and into the bathroom sink as I brushed my teeth. But when I looked in the bathroom mirror, I still had a good head of hair. The day went on and hair fell into my clothes as I dressed and into my eyes while driving. I thought, "surely, by nightfall today I will be bald." But nope.
This shedding has been going on for nearly a week. I have out competed Luna and Olive. Yet still I hair remains. Sure, I am developing a bit of a friar look because the crown of my head went first, but THERE IS STILL HAIR ATTACHED TO MY HEAD. Once again the human body amazes me.
Hair, I have more than I thought.
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