Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Bristles
I did know that when I got "old" that hair would sprout in places it never appeared before. I did know. I knew that some places besides my head would have white hair rather than dark brown, which is my natural color. I have got used to plucking stray white eyebrow hairs, for example. Not all of them are white. Just a few. As soon as I notice them, I pluck them out, whether in the eyebrows or underneath. Soon, I may have to get a pencil to color the eyebrows all the same. And, as I expected to have to, I have had to trim a few nasal hairs that projected outside of my nostrils. What I did not foresee, though, was that a couple of hairs on my face would actually be bristles. For years, I have plucked the soft brown hair that grows out of the large mole on my right cheek when I saw it. Now, though, there are two bristles that I feel before I notice them with my eyes. One grows out of the fatty growth on my lip. I have asked my last two dermatolgists about removing the growth. They both weren't enthusiastic and said they could "shave it level" and maybe it would not grow back. So far, I haven't had anything done. Sometimes, though, I am wistful that I am no longer young. You see, were I young, I am sure that some kind of plastic surgery would be suggested. At any rate, I know my current insurance will not cover it. It would not cover two small fatty lumps near my left nostril, even when the dermatologist was removing a nearby basal cell carcinoma. Maybe I should find the money to go out of plan and see if I could get them all taken off. That would likely take care of that one brown bristle. Lately, too, I have found a white bristle that often feels like a sliver just on my chin where my neck meets my face. Once or twice, I have broken the skin attempting to get hold of it with my best tweezers. Eventually, I do get hold of it, most times. Yesterday, though, I was so annoyed with the feel of it when my hand brushed it that I grabbed my razor for my legs and sliced it off. It will be there again in a few days, I know, and I will have to try again to nab it. I know, I know, I should be glad I can still see, walk, run, after a fashion, and breathe deeply. More important things do batter my mind. Somehow, I think I've earned nattering about my bristles.

3 Comments:

Blogger Junosmom said...

Ah, the joys of getting older! I have had the joy of looking in the mirror and not seeing my old, I mean previously younger, self. Well, the alternative is NOT getting older. I can have that, so I'm trying to appreciate my aging.

7:38 PM  
Blogger Nancy said...

I have been "digging" out my chin bristles for a few years now. I had what I thought was an ingrown hair, but it turned into a lump that kept growing. Turns out it was a wart! I had it frozen off. It came back. I had it cut out. I started getting little lumps and they turned out to be ingrown hairs that were trapped by the wart's scar tissue. I just got some cortisone shot into my chin and have been assured that the scar tissue will shrink.

I have tweezers in the car ad have to look and pluck whenever I'm in a sunny parking spot!

And my eyebrows are almost gone thanks to age and my thyroid. As a kid I had a mono-brow.

More than you ever wanted to know!

9:28 PM  
Blogger Nancy said...

I have been "digging" out my chin bristles for a few years now. I had what I thought was an ingrown hair, but it turned into a lump that kept growing. Turns out it was a wart! I had it frozen off. It came back. I had it cut out. I started getting little lumps and they turned out to be ingrown hairs that were trapped by the wart's scar tissue. I just got some cortisone shot into my chin and have been assured that the scar tissue will shrink.

I have tweezers in the car ad have to look and pluck whenever I'm in a sunny parking spot!

And my eyebrows are almost gone thanks to age and my thyroid. As a kid I had a mono-brow.

More than you ever wanted to know!

9:29 PM  

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