December 22, 2006 § 12 Comments
On Monday I took a shower and quickly realized that I won’t be scheduling any bikini waxes in the near future. As promised, the chemotherapy was tackling my excess and not so excess body hair.
Some folks argue that losing your hair in chemotherapy is potentially more traumatic than surgery. I’m not in that camp at the moment. What’s odd to me about the hair loss is the ease at which it just falls out. None of the pubic hair in zipper ouch or elbow on my ponytail yikes. You don’t feel a thing. You lather up and when the time is right you’re holding a handful of the salon floor.
Even if you don’t feel a thing, it doesn’t feel right. This morning I waited in my car for the first salon in the neighborhood to open. At 9am I got buzzed. I didn’t have an appointment. It didn’t matter. Susan brought me to the back of the shop. In minutes I looked like a radical feminist.
While everyone is tremendously enthusiastic about my buzzed head; it’s nice shape and how well I pull off bald. I’ve given in to the theatrical. I went out and bought 2 wigs and 10 hats.
Btw, nothing will get me to go the way of the thong, not even a Brazilian.