An overcast rainy day. A nice day to stay inside. We didn’t do much today.
The day was highlighted by a thirty-minute slow walk to the store during a little a break in the rain. I needed a two-hour nap to recover from my thirty-minute walk. My condition has gone considerably downhill since all this began.
Spending the day inside gave me several occasions to look in the mirror. And that got me thinking about my hair or lack of hair. I never appreciated how important my hair was in defining what I “looked like”. When I look in the mirror now, I see a featureless bald guy. I could be anyone – the guy who robbed you, the guy who sold you the newspaper or the guy helped you do your taxes. I’m still me though, until I look in the mirror.
I’m not too worried about that though, because I have no one to impress and when I’m in the hospital I have an armband they can identify me with. My wife and kids love me no matter what I look like and God doesn’t care if I have hair or not.
I think my worst fear (when it concerns how I look) is that I go into this looking like a healthy forty-seven-year-old but come out looking like a seventy-eight year old man who has been through the wringer.
On the bright side
I guess it doesn’t really matter what I look like as long as I’m healthy. I have a daughter who can draw eye brows and I see I can order a wig from the party supply store for $5.99. I’ll get by.
