more about my hairless life

I have decided that going somewhere bald feels like going to the same place completely naked.  I don't understand why it doesn't just feel like you got a new haircut, but it doesn't.  I don't care if people know I have cancer.  I don't care if people see me wearing a wig and know I am bald underneath and wearing a wig, just like I know people know that I have boobs (well, just one) and all sorts of other body parts under my clothes, Yet I like my clothes and I like having hair on my head- even if it's fake and everyone knows it.  My wig is not terribly uncomfortable but I have found that a hat or scarf is actually much much more comfortable.  Yet- I really feel better walking in some place with hair.  I am wearing a scarf today- trying it out.  I had to go to the dentist this morning and I was worried if I wore my wig it would fall off while I was laying back- LOL!  So, I sucked it up and wore a scarf.  I still have it on actually- it feels nice enough on my head, whereas my wig comes off the second I walk in my door.
I was telling Jim the other day that my head hair isn't the only hair falling out.  His response? YES! Like he just won the lottery!  He then goes on to remind me of the hairless egyptian cat he has always wanted and my response has always been hell no!  He said now I get to be his little hairless egyptian cat.  Oh boy- I laughed for a good 10 minutes at that one, after telling him he was a big ol freak!  And I am sure he doesn't even tell me the more freaky things that come into his crazy head!