mid-life crisis?

For those if you who haven't seen me for the past couple of weeks (which will be the majority of my readers) won't realise that I, in fact, have hair.

Yes, that's right, hold onto your panties, I have hair.

Three years ago I initially beginning to shave the famous dome, and upon discovering a look that I was finally happy with, I decided not to grow the hair back. Unless extenuating circumstances dictated. With a brief interlude for an overseas trip that required hair (we don't mention it), the dome has been scraped clean frequently, up to daily, and everyone has been much happier for it. Until that fateful day.

It would have been a few months ago, when I realised that in the two or three days between shaves, the not-so-precious hair on my very-precious shaved head wasn't growing back as it once used to. Fast forward a couple of months, and I find myself having hip surgery, and disappearing from the world for two and a half weeks - the perfect chance to conduct some experientation.

And so, for the past 16 days, I have not shaved my head. And the results have miffed me somewhat.

Yes, it doesn't grow back completely. Should this happen with the genes involved on mother's father's side? Receding hairline, but that's it. Could it be the by-product of three years worth of shaving - entirely possible, as there is one spot where it grows a lot less than any other spot. Am I merely getting old? I'd say yes, everyone older than me would vehemently protest that I am not old. But hell, hip surgery, arthritis and going bald? Surely it's three strikes and you're out!