Post last updated: October 10th, 2018
As I aimed the container of hairspray at the top of my head, I noticed that I could see more scalp than I remembered. “Gosh, I hope I’m not going bald. Alopecia is not yet in style for women like it is for men.”
All week, I continued to fret over those bare spots each time I stood in front of a mirror.
One cold morning, I never quite woke to the world of the living. Whiskey, the crabby cat who won’t let my other cat on the porch let alone in the house, became a tad disgruntled that I was not enthusiastically attending to his breakfast. I ignored him as he pulled kleenex out of the box, walked over me, and sat on my head. However, when he leaned off the headboard, grabbed a mouthful of my hair and gave it a yank, I suddenly remembered that he had Done This Before. You reckon he’s the reason I’m going bald?