One year ago today, I had a portion of my head shaved. No, it wasn't out of craziness ala Britney Spears. I had to have a cyst removed from the top of my head. It was about the size of a toonie and it was in a spot where everytime I brushed my hair, the brush would scrape against it. So, 365 days ago, I was laying on a table at the Co-op Health Clinic. Two nurses started to do the preparations in order to remove the cyst. They warned me that they would have to cut a chunk of my hair out and I was okay with that. Next, they told me they had to shave that portion down to the scalp. When I heard the clippers start up, I got nervous and was hoping that they wouldn't accidently drop the shavers and mow a patch of hair off the top of my head, like an inverted mohawk. To me, it felt like they were shaving me bald. But I dealt with it. I figured, I wanted this cyst removed so badly that it was worth it to be missing a small chunk of hair. And let's be honest, I've more than enough hair on my head. I can remember losing the pens that I would put behind my ear and not have them show up until a week or two later. It's like the Lost World in there.
So the doctor finally walks in and the first thing she says to the nurses is, "Ohhhhh! I forgot to tell you two that we don't need to shave the head anymore. I'm able to work around the hair." Are you freakin' kidding me? Did you seriously just say that right in front of me? So not cool! Anyways, Mike said that watching the cyst being cut from my scalp was one of the coolest things he's watched (he said my laser eye surgery was #1). When it was over, there was an unreal amount of blood left on the pillow and I had a headache for the next 24 hours or so.
Mike and I now refer to that chunk of hair as my "dickfor" (you know, like the joke when you say to someone "Hey! Your dickfor is showing!" and then they say, "What's a dickfor?" and then you laugh at them because they don't know what a dick is for...yeah, we're really mature around here). It took four months for the chunk of hair to quit standing straight up and poking through the rest of my hair like a rooster comb. To top it all off, the cyst has since grown back. I am thoroughly prepared for next time!
*If you so desire, you can click on the pictures to enlarge them. Do so at your own risk :)
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