Ahaha, I almost had you there, didn't I. Ok, seriously, because I know you simply can't exhale until you've seen today's astounding hair status, here's the truth. It's actually almost looking pretty good:
Every week there's a little less shiny pink scalp visible through the thickening forest.
The cupie doll ridge reaches for the sky.
Still doesn't look like much from a distance.
But I'll tell you what. When I went out hatless this weekend, I ran into several acquaintances who didn't know I'd been sick, and they just assumed I had adopted this radical new look on purpose. I even got a couple of compliments about it that seemed sincere.
I figure two more weeks and Annie Lennox will be calling me up, demanding her hair back. Woot!