I was in the bathroom last night getting ready for bed. “hey babe.. look at this, I’m loosing all my pubic hair!.. look!”
She said, “yeah. You’re loosing your eyelashes too.”
Sure enough. Almost none left on the bottom, and they’re jumping ship fast on the top. Compare to this. My eyebrows, however, continue to hang on like champs. EYEBROW POWER!
I went to see Alberto today. He did blood work. I’m still anemic. So it turns out I’m not ACTUALLY feeling better, I just think I am. (?)
He sent me over to see the surgeon.
The surgeon smiled, “it’s nice to see you.”
“You too,” I said. “I lost my hair.”
“Let me see.” I took off my hat. “It’s perfect,” he said. I’m not sure what he meant, but he was beeming.
He did a *cough* digital exam. He said “It’s really much better.. much smaller. It is my gut sense,” (yes, he said “gut sense”) “however, that I will still need to amputate.”
Wasn’t much of a day.
On the bright side, he doesn’t feel that we need to be in too much of a hurry. Whatever surgery he does, he’s willing to wait until after Thanksgiving. Good.