The Grey Granny

Remember when I told you that my hair was falling out? Well, it was, and I lost about, say, 20% of my hair, maybe more. The doctor said it was because of my illness, and the low iron, and she also said it could come back different. Well, my small fear has been realized, and I plucked about fifteen grey hairs today. They were mostly short ones, meaning that they were new hairs replacing the ones that fell out. They seem to be concentrated on my left temple. There aren't enough that anyone looking at me would think to themselves, "Gee, she needs some grecian formula." or anything like that, but we all know how this story ends.

My friend seemed was all excited about it. She was all, "Ooh! I love when they grow in a patch!" but I fail to see what there is to be so excited about. She was appalled that I had plucked them out. I had about three grey hairs that I would pluck out periodically, but this is another thing altogether. I don't think I'm ready for this. Last night, my 25 year-old sister-in-law was shocked to learn that I am turning 39 in the fall. She had no idea I was so old. She didn't say those exact words, but I knew what she was thinking. But, you know, when you're 25, anyone over 30 seems like their one step in the rest home. I may as well have said I was turning 60. I told her the secret to my youthful glow was oily skin and extra weight, not clean living and and healthy diet that you might assume.

I'm going to bed now. I'm going to go sleep on my grey hairs.