Hair today, gone tomorrow.

So, here's the thing. A lot of things are happening to me, you know; like, well, there's the stomach problems that were supposed to be resolved with my surgery, and there's the coccidio, and the medicine for the coccidio, and of late, I'm losing my hair. Two big bald spots right in the front, and then this morning I got out of bed and felt a bit of a draft, on my head, and ran my hand through my hair and lost the entire right side of my hair. I had class and had to work in the lab, so I went with my hair all weird looking, yep. So, after class, I went to the hair cutting place and said, shave it and he did and then he washed my scalp with a very hot towel and rubbed my head with this stuff, it tingled all over. Anyway, I truly didn't think I was going to be affected by the bald head, really. I know, I've had long hair for a few years and started cutting it off a few months back, so really, I just thought I'd get it shaved and be done with it, but I wasn't prepared for other folks' reaction to me being bald. You know, people who don't know me and automatically think, because of the no hair, that I am dying. When I got home, I looked in the mirror and thought about my perfectly formed and round head. It's okay, I like being bald, it's sort of liberating, but, to be honest, I hope I get to quit the medication soon and I really hope my hair grows fast.

It's my blogday, oh yeah.

Soon it will be my blogday, and I think it will be my second or maybe my third year. I think my second year, anyway, I wish I had time to reflect but I am so busy, this being the semester from hell, so I will just say, in case I am not on on my blogday, that I can't eat cake but I can eat fish, and while I have had to give up drugs and alcohol, I still remember how they made me feel, and I think when I stand up straight, I can see my boobs before I see my belly, and finally, I am going balder but don't really care, in fact, I think I may do a Brittany, just shave it all off.
On a brighter note, I am teaching ESL and will be getting a high school class really soon. I like that it is voluntary, just in case it really sucks. I also am working in the computer lab and feel somewhat important when students ask me where things are or how to do things like turn on the computers, even I can do that. I have found a really good soap that doesn't make me itch and I am loving my new rocks, the ones that came from the Diamond crater. So, overall, things are okay, here in the university town that I call the city and I am studying for my comps and hopefully will get them out of the way next semester. In the meantime, I wish I could get high, just a little.

blah, blah, blah.

So, I thought this semester was going to be an easy one, you know, not much going on. I was wrong. It is for sure going to be the one from hell. I don't mind all the reading or the papers or anything else, it's just, well, it's that there is something every week, something important that has to be done.

Plus, I'm fucking going bald. Now, right in the front of my head, there is a huge bald spot. The doctor says it's because I am not digesting protein so they are making me drink protein that is partially...well, forget it, it's just too damned gross to think about. I have cut my hair twice and it is about an inch long all over, and still falling out. Next, I will shave the head and be done with it, but there is good news, that chin hair, the big black one that just pops out without warning, well, he is alive and doing well and not about to fall out, no sireee. So, my thinking is to just take the chin hair and do a wrap over, like, well, those really old men who think we don't know they are bald.

Today, I got a call from an old friend. Some day I'm going to blog about her, but today, I am just too damned tired. In fact, I am too tired to do anything. Tomorrow, I go back to the surgeon's office and am hoping that he can tell me that I am going to get back to normal, that I will be okay and not feel so tired all the time. That is what I am hoping.

So, I was hoping to see a naked man. No, not my husband, I don't hope to see him, but there was a naked man who has been streaking around town and I saw a man running, in a rain coat, and I could see his legs and I thought, oh boy, here comes the naked man, but nope, he was a man in shorts with a rain coat. Damn, had my hopes up. I mean, a naked man might make me feel better, especially if he is a good looking naked man. I should watch porn.
Well, all these weeks and I am still not blogging great things. Oh fuck it. I think I'll take a nap.
Oh, I can eat raw oatmeal mixed with plain nonsweat low fat yogurt. Yippie.