As I sit on a chair, I notice the scalp massager is missing.
I turn it on.
It feels like it is a piece of furniture.
I pick it up.
It is a plastic scalpel.
I try to use it to massage a spot on my scalp, but the massager’s blades just don’t cut through.
I decide to just massage the part I care about.
I start rubbing it over my scalp.
Then I notice a white spot.
It looks like a scratch or cut.
I push it up to a higher level and the scalpel is working better.
I’m not sure what happened to the scalping equipment, but I guess I had an accident with it.
I look down and there’s a scalpel sticking out of the back of my head.
I immediately stop.
Then a small white spot appears in the back right ear of my ear, and a few minutes later, a second white spot in my lower left ear.
I’m thinking about the scarring on my right ear.
The doctor is sitting in a chair in a room with two other doctors and a receptionist.
She is dressed in white.
A doctor stands in front of a large mirror.
He starts to stroke the back and side of my neck.
He is looking at my scalp and is holding a scalping instrument in his hand.
“Are you all right?” the doctor asks.
I say I am.
I tell him I’m having a minor surgery on my lower right ear, so the surgeon is making an appointment.
The surgeon tells me that my surgery was a success.
But he is concerned about my hearing.
The surgery took place two days ago.
At home, I hear my wife’s voice saying, “He has been getting a lot of compliments.
Is it OK to talk about it?”
The surgeons told me that I can speak to my wife now, but she will have to sit down and wait until we get home.
My wife is in a wheelchair.
She says she feels terrible about this.
She looks up at the mirror.
She’s very emotional.
It’s not that I don’t want to talk to my husband about it.
It’s that I’m scared that he will find out and think, “That was me.”
I’m still afraid that I will lose my husband.
When I think about it, the surgery was just a form of self-care.
I am so proud of my husband for what he has done.
His wife has a different reaction to the surgery.
She has never been afraid to talk with me.
She tells me she wants to make sure I am doing OK, so she will tell her friends.
On Sunday, I go to my son’s basketball game and I am not playing.
I have just one more appointment with my doctor.
This is a special situation.
I want to know how it happened, but at the same time, I am worried about what my husband is going to think about me.
I wonder if he will think, My husband is my only friend and he does not like it when I talk about my scalp surgery.
He thinks it’s funny.
He’s going to be upset.
He has had a lot on his mind lately.