A howlin' good time
No one ever told me that hair would be a menopausal concern. I’m thankful that the hot flashes have subsided to a couple a day. Sleep has returned and I think I’m as lucid as ever, yet my family still groans at my rank sense of humor and inability to tell a story in any coherent way.
But this hair growth business. I’ve always considered myself to be fairly light on body hair and proud of a thick mane. The hair on my head seems to be growing in, but thinner to me as if straining to cover my scalp.
The facial fuzz however is new. I am sporting quite a set of sideburns. Someone tell me how to reduce my DHT. Yes, they will disappear into the curtain of hair I envision in a year, but now, they are well, visible. My kind hearted daughter tells me I could get a job as an Elvis impersonator. Nice.
Better shine my sequins. Or maybe I could audition for Cats.
