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It’s been a long time coming, but today I did it.
I finally confessed to the general public, as to what was on my head.
It all started when I had my monthly doctors appointment early this morning.
As soon as I got to the surgery, I noticed the waiting area was packed full of people waiting for their respective appointments.
All that could be heard was the soothing ambient music, and the gradual shuffling of the people picking up and putting down magazines.
I walked in wearing my long grey socks, skin tight white shorts, white shirt as well as a Burberry cap, which I had bought to hide my hair loss.
The permanent grimace etched on my face could only be described as “For crying out loudâ€.
I had my hair loss bag strapped firmly around my waist.
I hammered the look.
People looked at me in envy, as I nonchalantly strolled in.
“What more do you want!†I then thought to myself, before tutting profusely.
When I got in there, I needed to finally do it.
I could not hide it forever. I had to actually tell someone.
I have kept this secret for over 3 years now.
I had to tell the general public, as to what was on my head.
I could not hide this secret forever.
I then sat next to another patient.
As I sat down, the stench from my grey socks disturbed the other patients in the waiting room.
My egg breath was clearly evident, and my hairy skinny white hairy legs were on display.
I was setting new trends amongst hair loss sufferers.
The waiting room was all quiet.
I then removed my Burberry cap from my head, and slowly moved my head closer to the patient I was sitting next too.
The guy then started to get angry, as a quiet waiting room looked on in shock at me gradually moving my head closer and closer to the confused patient.
I then got closer and closer to the patient, until I could feel his breath on my nose.
I was about to confess all.
I was about to finally remove this burden from my shoulders.
I then finally did it.
I confessed all.
Whilst wigging my hands above my head and saliva frantically dripping from my mouth, I confidently shouted “I HAVE……â€
“I HAVE GOT A NORWOOD ON MY HEAD!â€
The whole reception area gazed at me in shock.
Whispers started to nervously rain around the waiting room area “Did you hear what he just said?!â€
Worried faces looked at me in horror.
I got concerned.
Then whilst pulling a dumb face, I pointed to my shadow and whilst jumping up & down and pointing, I yelled â€I can see you Nooooooooooorwood!â€.
I had spotted Norwood.
All of a sudden, hell broke loose.
Sirens could be heard outside. It was chaos in the streets, the whole reception area was frantically running about trying to get away.
In panic I started shouting “Norwood! Norwood! Norwood! Norwood!â€.
I didn’t know where I had gone wrong.
I just sat on the floor, crossed my legs and innocently started lining up my daily shedded hairs, whilst everyone was running around frantically trying to get away from Norwood.
“I hairs†“2 hairs†“3 Hairs†“5 hairsâ€. I muttered in a sombre, confused manner.
“SNAP†I then shouted.
I found 2 matching hairs.
They had bulbs at the end.
I was pleased.
At this stage the waiting room was empty.
I then got up off my feet and looked outside, to realise no one was about.
The world was empty.
“There was no blaming Dr Lee this time†I muttered in an inconsolable manner.
It then dawned on me.
Norwood had done it.
It was over.
Norwood had officially caused the end of the world.
I finally confessed to the general public, as to what was on my head.
It all started when I had my monthly doctors appointment early this morning.
As soon as I got to the surgery, I noticed the waiting area was packed full of people waiting for their respective appointments.
All that could be heard was the soothing ambient music, and the gradual shuffling of the people picking up and putting down magazines.
I walked in wearing my long grey socks, skin tight white shorts, white shirt as well as a Burberry cap, which I had bought to hide my hair loss.
The permanent grimace etched on my face could only be described as “For crying out loudâ€.
I had my hair loss bag strapped firmly around my waist.
I hammered the look.
People looked at me in envy, as I nonchalantly strolled in.
“What more do you want!†I then thought to myself, before tutting profusely.
When I got in there, I needed to finally do it.
I could not hide it forever. I had to actually tell someone.
I have kept this secret for over 3 years now.
I had to tell the general public, as to what was on my head.
I could not hide this secret forever.
I then sat next to another patient.
As I sat down, the stench from my grey socks disturbed the other patients in the waiting room.
My egg breath was clearly evident, and my hairy skinny white hairy legs were on display.
I was setting new trends amongst hair loss sufferers.
The waiting room was all quiet.
I then removed my Burberry cap from my head, and slowly moved my head closer to the patient I was sitting next too.
The guy then started to get angry, as a quiet waiting room looked on in shock at me gradually moving my head closer and closer to the confused patient.
I then got closer and closer to the patient, until I could feel his breath on my nose.
I was about to confess all.
I was about to finally remove this burden from my shoulders.
I then finally did it.
I confessed all.
Whilst wigging my hands above my head and saliva frantically dripping from my mouth, I confidently shouted “I HAVE……â€
“I HAVE GOT A NORWOOD ON MY HEAD!â€
The whole reception area gazed at me in shock.
Whispers started to nervously rain around the waiting room area “Did you hear what he just said?!â€
Worried faces looked at me in horror.
I got concerned.
Then whilst pulling a dumb face, I pointed to my shadow and whilst jumping up & down and pointing, I yelled â€I can see you Nooooooooooorwood!â€.
I had spotted Norwood.
All of a sudden, hell broke loose.
Sirens could be heard outside. It was chaos in the streets, the whole reception area was frantically running about trying to get away.
In panic I started shouting “Norwood! Norwood! Norwood! Norwood!â€.
I didn’t know where I had gone wrong.
I just sat on the floor, crossed my legs and innocently started lining up my daily shedded hairs, whilst everyone was running around frantically trying to get away from Norwood.
“I hairs†“2 hairs†“3 Hairs†“5 hairsâ€. I muttered in a sombre, confused manner.
“SNAP†I then shouted.
I found 2 matching hairs.
They had bulbs at the end.
I was pleased.
At this stage the waiting room was empty.
I then got up off my feet and looked outside, to realise no one was about.
The world was empty.
“There was no blaming Dr Lee this time†I muttered in an inconsolable manner.
It then dawned on me.
Norwood had done it.
It was over.
Norwood had officially caused the end of the world.
