Hair-rowing.
“Am I going to die?”
“Yes.”
Have you ever thought carefully about your own mortality? It's a surreal experience, especially if you're healthy and you live in relative comfort. There are many other things that occupy my brain, but when I sit to think deeply about the fact that I will cease to exist, I sometimes lose my breath.
I might be slowly going bald. Amy noticed it a few nights ago while my head was resting on her lap.
“Um. I think your hairline's receding.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Your hairline pattern is weird and it's farther back than I expected. And you have these single, standalone, strands of hair towards the front of your forehead—like they're the last remaining stragglers.”
“What?”
“Yeah. You're showing telltale signs. Recession on the corners of your forehead. Clear balding areas.”
“What? Wait how do you know this stuff?”
”...”
“Did you learn it in school?”
“😒😠”
Turns out dermatology includes hair and nail-related medicine as well. Neat.
Look she doesn't know everything about my work either.
So I guess I'm going to start looking at hair loss treatment now.