Hair; whose?

When I was born my Dad took one look (1959 was the days of smoking and drinking in the waiting room, not telling your wife to breathe) at me through the  glass into the new baby room (or whatever it was called) and loudly proclaimed (so the story goes), “There’s been some sort of mix-up. That Dago kid is not ours.” I had long black hair.

Well, Dad, there’s been some sort of mix-up again!

Check out the curls! Or is that called ‘wavy’? I’m diggin’ the wave in front that takes off from my cowlick. Brigitte says it will change again in a year or so. In any case, I have told her to pick a length she likes and I will keep that going. As far as the gray, I certainly had gray hairs  before the Death Beam took its toll, but not that much. Hmmmmmm, do you suppose I’ve aged just a bit? It will be interesting to see how the wrinkles smooth out, or not. I feel like someone about 60 now (guessing). We’ll see how the appearance follows along as I head back down to someone who is 52. Exercise and diet. Oh, and drinking lots of water. Filtered, of course. The water equivalent of organic vegetables.

Since I already have fitted trays for my nightly fluoride bath of my teeth, I have ordered some teeth whitening liquid that goes in the same trays. After a life of coffee, and lately a lot of green tea, my yellow teeth will appreciate it.

But no facelift.

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About chucksnuc

If you stop struggling, then you stop life.
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2 Responses to Hair; whose?

  1. johnny beyers says:

    I like the wave!

  2. annamendoza says:

    Wow…
    It happened to you too. Brutal isn’t it. I’m in my 6.5 year of being “clean” but it’s still dreadful to get the MRI’s. I searched for this disease and found you at the top of google – WTF?
    Anyhow… it looks like you’re maintaining yourself. It would be nice to hear from you if you have the time. Glad you have someone looking out for you. I had to do chemo & radiation at the same time for almost 3 months straight…. And then a second round 6 months later to make sure I was truly killled.

    But you know…it’s never “gone”….. One day at a time….
    Peace.
    Anna

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