DWUWYH (Dude, What's Up With Your Head) Day 1

If you have no idea what the title to this post is referring to and you happened to wind up here, I suggest reading this post first:

http://grahamsmusings67.blogspot.com/2015/10/no-shave-octobernovember-aka-dude-whats.html

It's Day 1 of my treatment. I have everything I need.

You may be asking what Diet Mountain Dew and a Ding Dong have to do with anything, but I return your question with a question: What DON'T they have to do with anything? It's comfort food. The rubber gloves, while not necessary per se, will make the application a bit safer. While it's recommended to wash your hands before and after application anyway, I still feel more comfortable using gloves as I don't want to touch anything that may go into my mouth (Ding Dongs) with hands that came in contact with the medication. Plus, I enjoy the snap you get when putting the gloves on. It makes the process seem more "invasive."

As I was applying the cream to the top of my head, I thought about how much I would prefer to be massaging Just For Men into a lustrous mane of grey hair. But, the gene pool dealt my cards from the bottom of the deck.

The Fluorouracil is to be applied twice daily. After one treatment, no noticeable difference in the appearance of my scalp is detected.

Former President George H.W. Bush had a similar treatment a few years ago. His was to his face, not his scalp, but here is what the top of my dome may have to look forward to:

 

That reminds of the time that I briefly met his son, former President George W. Bush. I had waited for hours in line outside the Sandy, UT Costco to get an autographed copy of his book "Decision Points." After going through security, I was brought into a curtained room. Finally, it was my turn for some face time with W. I was ushered through the curtains. It was like having audience with the Wizard of OZ. Surreal.

 

 

He shook my hand and then said in his Texas drawl, "I wanna ask you a question. Was your bald head getting cold out there?" I scrambled for something clever to say but all I could stupidly muster was, "Absolutely!" (With the benefit of hindsight I wish I'd said, "Oh it's fine. Other than being riddled with PRE-CANCER!") He laughed his famous George W. Bush laugh, high fived me and I was escorted out with two signed copies of his book in hand to a checkout inside the store. We haven't spoken since.

 

I realize that to some that incident may seem like nothing more than blatant name dropping. So, for that reason, I'll leave out the time that Tommy Lee Jones almost punched me in the face or when Glenn Close looked at me like she wanted to pepper spray me. Apparently there's something about me that rubs celebrities the wrong way. Except for W. We're pals.