And then there were four & Me
Posted March 10, 2010on:
It’s amazing how well this radiation countdown thing is working.
After my session today, I have just four left. And, coincidentally there are four quarters in a dollar – something you probably knew.
But four quarters is what I have earned in my hair buds concession stand in the last four days.
At this rate, I will be able to pay my medical bills by the year 2110, give or take a decade or two.
I really am charging a quarter to rub my head. It’s a joke, but I’m taking the money.
Tuesday, for example, an acquaintance said, “your hair looks like something I’d really like to touch.”
“It’ll cost you a quarter,” I replied.
When he looked surprised, I added, “How else can I pay for my medical care?”
“I better give you more than a quarter,” he responded.
But not wanting to gouge the public, I said a quarter would be sufficient. He did cover the cost for another friend to rub my head so I came away today with that tidy sum of 50 cents.
My hair is incredibly soft, downy soft, a reason that I keep rubbing my head myself. I should put a quarter in each time I rub it, but frankly, I am too damn cheap.
The value of my concession stand is depreciating. Once my hair gets to be a couple inches long, its touchability value will be gone. I might have to find other work.
In addition to my hair buds on my head, I also have eyebrows and eye lashes once again, as well as tiny hair on my fingers. “Look I even have hairy knuckles,” I announced.
It turns out hairy knuckles were not a great selling point, even if the blond hair is actually elsewhere on my fingers.
Incidentally, I dreamed the other night that I woke up the next morning with dark hair several inches long. But alas, when I looked in the mirror …
I don’t care about the color – I had already gone back to my natural color – white – before my diagnosis. But as far as the length, I’ve proven a gal can dream.