hole in my head

I went to the doctor today to inquire about the strange bald spot on my head. to prove once again how small this town is, I knew the doctor from my days at greyfriar's. vaguely recognizing his name, I picked him out of the insurance company's list because he was the closest to downtown. when I heard his voice from the other side of the door, I knew it was the slightly odd guy that always came in with his wife and friend, always got the same bagel made the same way, and the same pot of tea. and if you're reading this Erik and/or Gypsy, he asked about you, and I gave him a good report.

anyway, my spot is no big deal. apparently an obscure condition that only rears its head during times of stress. and since the hair is growing back, we'll see if it clears up on its own. I'm just thankful I've got the small-spot version, since it apparently can kill all of your hair in certain cases. if I want, I can opt to have some local shots to kill what's killing the hair, but we'll see. it may be related to a bad thyroid, and I've got family history of that, so I'll have a blood test done to check it out.

I'm very thankful it's nothing serious, and I dont mind too much looking a little stranger than usual. hopefully it'll clear up, but until then, down with vanity.