Balding Inspiration

Mercy! The night monster takes over every evening in my bedroom. By the time I take off my makeup, put in my mouthguard, and don my old jammies, I already look like an old hag. Add to that the monstrosity called a sleep apnea mask, and I could scare even the stoutest soul!

I’ve been wearing the mask for about four years. The top of my head where the air hose attaches has – well it’s easier to show a picture than try to describe what it looks like.

If each of those rubbery lines grabs one hair a night on each side, well, that’s a recipe for going bald!

I have to take the mask off and put it back on every time nature calls during the night. Every time, the rascal grabs a handful of my blessed gray hair and yanks it painfully from my old pink scalp! Can I say ouch?!?!?!

Making me go bald is not the only problem. The strap that holds the nasal pillow squnches up my cheeks or pulls my cheeks down causing an even more severe sag than was there the day before!

The other night, I had enough. I tried to figure how to outwit the poorly designed product.

And I have solved the hair pulling by sacrificing a pair of socks. I snipped off the toes, folded the socks in half, and slid them over the side panels till they completely covered the offending top of the headgear. I am going to make a prettier version one of these days, but for now my method seems to be working.

The good news – possibly- is my hair may begin to grow back in about three months. I can only hope.

When I make a prettier version, I’m sending a picture and explanation to the company.

But of course, they’ll just laugh at a crazy old lady’s idea. But that’s okay. I will no longer be scattering my precious silver strands all over my dark blue sheets.

In the meantime, I have some scalp makeup – no lie! It works really well to cover my baby-bottom-pink scalp.

Wouldn’t it be great if we could solve all our problems and stop the hurting in our daily lives that easily? We can mask our issues with  bravado or all sorts of other means. You’d have to ask a real counselor about that sort of stuff. All I know is I seldom show the real me.

Or maybe I am one of those who is an open book. Maybe I don’t know what I am. It is 7:15 pm, and I think it is past my bedtime. I promised myself to stay awake until at least 8 pm tonight. Maybe that way I won’t be getting up at 4 in the morning. Ugh! Did I say I hate the time change? I’m still not used to it.

Of course, I need to share some scripture verses.

Proverbs 3:24 NKJV   ‘When you lie down, you will not be afraid; Yes, you will lie down, and your sleep will be sweet.’