gettin wiggy with it, na na na na na na

Well, yesterday was somewhat out of the ordinary for a 20-year-old, fairly healthy college student.........I purchased a wig.

The past week my hair has been falling out nonstop, 24/7, all day every day, and by yesterday was at the point where not even my brand new thick headbands could cover the spots up. Here is a lovely snapshot of my hair after one shower:

Pairing a polo baseball cap to work with nice black pants, heals, and cardigan for my office job didn't seem exactly ideal, so I finally came to terms with the fact that it was time to invest in a "hairpiece" so that I can go back to feeling somewhat normal again.....YIKES that sounds weird. So yesterday, I skipped class to get my shift at work over with and then booked it to St. Louis to the local Custom Wig Shoppe where I met up with my very supportive mother (who is being unfortunately being forced to spend a fortune on my lack of hair, sorry mom) to pick out a brand new wig.

BIMBO. That was the first word that popped into my mind when I made my way around the different aisles of perfectly voluminous and teased-looking, thick, and extra shiny wigs. I mean, it is going to be quite obvious when I start walking around campus and my hair has suddenly grown 2 inches higher.. but you gotta do what you gotta do.

That's basically what I've learned with this whole thing. It's a medical condition, there is absolutely nothing else I can do about it, and there is no reason to walk around pitying myself because well... there is just no point. So I am embracing all of this the best that I humanly can.

I found that the best way to deal with it all is just to be open and accepting of it, and I feel that's the best way to get through anything in life. Just take it one day at a time and make the best out of anything that comes your way.

Anyways. I was kind of hoping that the prednisone (a steroid that works by decreasing inflammation or suppressing an overactive immune system) that my dermatologist prescribed me last week would have kicked in and stopped my hair from falling out by now, but instead it has only made me want to eat this:

hehe just kidding, I didn't really like the seaweed. but THIS is more like it:

Yes, I did eat dinner at Corner Bakery and order a huge salad and then go back for a cookie. And then walk across the street to order a full order of chocolate chip pancakes. All prednisone has done is make me want to eat everything in sight. My cravings have been out of this world, and the fact that I was road-tripping all last weekend and eating out on the streets of Chicago didn't help my case.. So now, thanks to prednisone, I can be bald AND fat. any takers?

So, back to the wig. I picked one out. I got it as close to my hair color as possible. It's really long, but I'm cutting it. I'm getting it this weekend. I'm kind of excited, and I'm sure all you DG annex girlies are too so that you don't have to deal with my bitching and constant hair balls floating around.. sorrz. But anyways, if you happen to see me around campus next week, I swear I didn't take 2 hours blow-drying, straightening, and teasing my hair, I just don't have bad hair days.