Friday, June 16, 2006
What's the Buzz, Tell Me What's a-Happening
Since I tired of the perpetual rain of short hairs, and I tired of having the coat of hair removed from my pillow after each use, I asked Brian to buzz the rest of my hair the other night. Instead of looking like Smeagol, I now resemble a slightly pasty sea urchin.
Last week I went to a swanky wig store in Birmingham, Michigan and was fitted for two "cranial prosthetics." They gave me a sheet with step-by-step details on getting your insurance company to pay for your wigs. The first advice is to not call it a wig, but a "cranial prosthesis." My insurance company has informed me that wigs are not covered under my policy. The guide sheet points out that a wig is something worn for cosmetic purposes, whereas a cranial prosthesis is worn to cover hair lost due to medical reasons, and is no different from a prosthetic worn to replicate a breast lost due to medical reasons.
The first wig was supposed to be done in a week, but I have yet to hear from the wig lady. In the meantime I am wearing scarf/hat combos. Today I look rather like a gypsy. The stubbly hairs that are left are helping hold my green-blue silk scarf in place which my dad brought back from his trip to Thailand. I'm worried it will slip and fall off, revealing my new prison-inmate 'do.
I feel very conspicuous and weird, in any case. I seriously doubt a wig will fix that, since almost everyone around me will know it's a wig.
Oh well. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
Last week I went to a swanky wig store in Birmingham, Michigan and was fitted for two "cranial prosthetics." They gave me a sheet with step-by-step details on getting your insurance company to pay for your wigs. The first advice is to not call it a wig, but a "cranial prosthesis." My insurance company has informed me that wigs are not covered under my policy. The guide sheet points out that a wig is something worn for cosmetic purposes, whereas a cranial prosthesis is worn to cover hair lost due to medical reasons, and is no different from a prosthetic worn to replicate a breast lost due to medical reasons.
The first wig was supposed to be done in a week, but I have yet to hear from the wig lady. In the meantime I am wearing scarf/hat combos. Today I look rather like a gypsy. The stubbly hairs that are left are helping hold my green-blue silk scarf in place which my dad brought back from his trip to Thailand. I'm worried it will slip and fall off, revealing my new prison-inmate 'do.
I feel very conspicuous and weird, in any case. I seriously doubt a wig will fix that, since almost everyone around me will know it's a wig.
Oh well. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
Labels: baldness, Brian, hair, hat, insurance, scarf, wigs
