Recollections: Scalpings and other Surgical Procedures

In which our Lady of the Scalp maps her skull for you all

I don't think I've mentioned yet that my brilliant brain surgeon doesn't shave heads.  Rather, he scalps.  I have heretofore always been the girl with no broken bones, sprains, stitches, or surgeries.  Now I have about a million stitches.  And a flap of skin on my head that feels like a mat of squished nerves.  The stitches sit right on my part in the middle of my head, above my ear, and there are some near my right temple and some in my right cowlick on the crown of my head.  All of them itch.  But they are healing nicely amidst my full head of hair.  Radiation may take care of the hair later, but for now, my vanities remain slightly intact.  By the way, it is interesting to contemplate Halloween now that I have legitimate claim on Frankenstein and who?– What other scalpees/stitchees come to mind for Halloween costumes? Early Pilgrim?  Pioneer Woman without a Gun?  Sacajawea’s less fortunate white sister?  Nameless Woman on Dances with Wolves?