Fact. I am losing my hair. It is driving me NUTS. I never really appreciated how much hair I had until it started falling out. Isn’t that true with everything in life. Alright people, take a moment to appreciate your lungs – deep breath in, slow breath out – then take a moment to appreciate your hair…. unless of course yours is falling out too; in which case let’s commiserate together.
I think my hair loss upsets me because I have no control over it. It doesn’t look very pretty either, but that’s besides the point. During recovery, if I do my leg exercises and practice stairs I will get stronger. As I eat more and more my appetite returns and my stomach goes back to it’s normal size. If my vitals are off I call the transplant team and they will try to find out what’s wrong. There ain’t nothin’ I can do about my hair except complain and try to have some patience. If I never get my hair back that will be a whole ‘nother story.
I realized that my hair was getting very long. The last time I cut it was just before my first hospitalization in September! Usually I go to Nick to get my hair cut, but after looking in the mirror today and seeing my sparse greasy hair being dragged down (… ok maybe I’m exaggerating a wee bit), I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. Carol and I drove over to Supercuts. I got my hair shampooed, cut to a manageable length and blow dried all for $25! While I love going to Nick, you can’t beat $25 for a simple trim. When we got there we explained the situation to the lady and she was great. There is nothing better than a head massage, clean hair and that light airy feeling you get when you cut off a decent amount of hair.
SUPPOSEDLY it’s supposed to stop falling out after a year. Patience grasshopper, patience.