O'yeah, I can just see you sitting there reading this shaking your heads. "I'm glad that he finally realizes..."

No, ellipses in quotes don't count, in case you're counting.

My head problems are physical, not mental. Well, the ones that I'm going to be talking about today are, anyway. Some other times for the others, such as my reluctance to step on the invisible lines extending from walls and various pieces of furniture.

So, you probably remember when I decided to start shaving my head again. Not all that long ago, really.

Up until that time, I kept my hair trimmed to about a half-inch all over; this is on the parts of my head that actually had hair, maybe 30% tops. Heh, tops. I crack me up.

Anyway, not much difference in bulk there, right? My whole head held maybe a 64th of an ounce total weight of hair, including my beard.

And now, suddenly, none of my hats fit. My cowboy hat, my fedora, my plaid wool driving cap... they're all way too... small.

Too small. How does a head grow? Man, I know some basic anatomy, and heads don't grow. Not from the time you're about twelve, or maybe eight.

So, is it fat over the bone? Have I become... a fathead? Well, some, without the generosity of my gentle readers, would answer a resounding "yes!" to that. And they would also maintain that this is not an acute but rather a chronic condition.

But no, my skull is just as close to my skin as it ever was. And, incidentally, do you know that certain diseases that compromise blood supply to the brain can be cured by taking scalp arteries and grafting them, through holes in the skull, onto the surface of the brain?

But I digress.

My hats are too small, and I'm mystified.

But.

My glasses, which have always fit me very well, not have a tendency to fall off of my face. Yep, my face has gotten smaller.

Hmmm... face smaller, head bigger. Maybe I'm evolving into... ta dahhhh! The Perfect Human.

Or maybe not.

Perhaps all of my glasses have been mangled and my hats have shrunk. Heh, how likely is that?

Probably more likely than an actual physiologic change in the shape/size of my head, right?

OK, enough of that. You don't come here to be presented with mysteries, you come here to read about my mundane humdrum life, right?

And that was all OK today. Got up on time after a nice sleep, although Karen told me she was up half of the night, very unusual for her.

Work was OK, but the evening guy called in, which left us short, and forced myself and the other 16:30 tech to stay over for a while. No biggie, but I did have to hustle this afternoon, we were pretty busy. And the on-call tech was rather upset, she was planning on spending the evening, at least, with her hubby.

Health-care workers are expected to do a lot more than regular people, especially in the imaging area. On-call is dreaded by most of us, and although I enjoy it, most don't, and would just as soon never be on call.

I can't imagine never being on call. It would be like my job is worthless. I like being needed, I like fulfilling my role in medicine. And that's an odd attitude in my profession.

Anyway, got off around 17:15 or so, and came home. It's cold and blustery outside, and nice and warm and cozy in our house. We hosted a birthday party for Drew tonight, and Karen made some wonderful chili, although she left out the green peppers and onions in deference to her kids, none of whom have developed sophisticated palates.

And now they're all gone, just Karen and I here, and I'm going to bed shortly. I'm gonna try to get up fairly early tomorrow, and not waste the whole day. My goal is to straighten up my room and desk, heh.