Bald Heads and Trash Balls

I've been busy this week with re-doing all of my shop pictures and stuff like that. I don't know what climbed up my you know what but I thought it was time for a shop makeover so have just now finished cleaning things up in there, removing old stuff and trying to get some new stuff done.

Anyway.

Here is an actual one sided conversation between Keith and Mimi the other night.

Mimi, do you want to play trash ball?
Play some trash ball, Mimi?
Trash ball?
Trash ball?
Let me make you a trash ball and play with you!

Seriously. Trash ball is Mimi's favorite game and what a cheap game it is. No fancy cat toys needed. Just grab a piece of paper, wad it up into a tight ball, throw it, and wait for here to run after it then bring it back to you so you can throw it again. She doesn't always bring it back to you, sometimes you have to go down the hall and get it to throw again, and if you are not playing throw and fetch, she'll find a trash ball from a few days ago and bat that around the house. I find trash balls in some odd places, sometimes in the food bowl, saving it for later, and sometimes in my shoes.

Okay, bald spot. Be prepared to get totally skeeved out because I am going to show you a picture that I had Keith take so I could see it. You can stop reading now if you don't want to see the picture, which is a little disconcerting and kind of creeps me out even if it is my own bald head.

I went to the doctor on Wednesday and she gave me a prescription for some cortisone cream and a referral to see a dermatologist, with whom I have an appointment on the 20th. I also got blood drawn to check my thyroid levels and to check for lupus. I haven't heard back on the results yet on those, but in the meantime am trying to get the cortisone cream on the right part of my head three times a day, which is hard since I can't see what I'm doing. 

Here goes. Here is the picture. Prepare yourself or again, STOP READING NOW!

Creepy, isn't it?

And It Just Keeps on Getting Better

About a month ago Keith mentioned, and not without a little horror in his voice, that I have a bald spot on the back of my head. I can't see the back of my head no matter how hard he's trying to turn my head around in front of the mirror so that I can see it, so brilliancy strikes and I have him take a picture of it. Which I won't post here. Sure enough, there is a bald spot on the back of my head. I know some women get bald spots as they age (just another indignity of aging along with eventually having to keep Depends in your bathroom cupboard) so I wasn't real concerned, just kind of oh well what can I do about it anyway? I had noticed that more hair seemed to be falling out when I was brushing my hair but just wasn't too concerned about it.

Well the other night he was checking on it and says it's gotten even bigger, like the size of a baseball. Okay, starting to get alarmed now. What the hell is going on here? Why is my hair falling out? So, I made an appointment to go in and have the doctor look at it next week and tell me if it's a skin condition or just that I'll be needing to wear hats when I leave the house from now on. Or just shave my head and buy a wig.
I am wondering if the ringworm thing has anything to do with it, but Keith didn't see anything that looked like ringworm (gross!) on my head.

So let's see, facial hair, ringworm, snoring, and now baldness. What's next?