My hair is barely starting to grow and it's not pretty. Then again, my hair wasn't exactly lovely when it first grew on my baby head.
But I was fat and healthy and smiley then. Now, when I look in the mirror, I see a very old looking person with sickly fuzz. I wish I had been brave enough to sport my bald head after it was freshly shaved. Because my bald head was beautiful, compared to what's up there now.
But the hair will only get better. The mystery of it all is sort of entertaining... except for the knowledge that my hair will not grow back with highlights, covering the gray. But who knows!
So instead of complaining, I decided I should just get my wig trimmed again, since I'll be needing it for a while. I contacted my stylist and made an appointment to take away some poof. I was ready to look a little more like the old me. Even if the wig is prettier than the hair I used to have.
My stylist was running 30 minutes late. When I finally sat down, her mood made me feel like I was the one who had caused the delay. She asked quickly, "What are we doing here?" She rushed a comb through my synthetic hair, with a strained expression. I reminded her that I was just needing the wig trimmed and thinned. Suddenly my hand shot up to hold down the wig, that was trying to slide off my head. "Do you want me to hold it?" I laughed awkwardly. But she said it didn't matter.
When her impatient hands started up with the scissors, things got scarier. I should have shot her a glance like Scott did on his first haircut. But I was a wimp and I nicely made a suggestion. "Maybe I should tighten the wig straps." She kept snipping while she asked why I wore the wig so loose. I explained I'd just come from radiation and I'd rushed to put it back on. She reached under the wig and gave the teeny straps a quick yank and continued her frantic Edward Scissorhands task.
This sulking, messed hair picture of me years ago, reminds me of how I felt sitting in that salon chair. My feelings were hurt and I chose pouting over speaking up.
I knew from my first wig trim 3 months ago that I was dealing with a swift and no nonsense stylist. But I still thought she would greet me with some warmth and maybe ask how my treatment was going. She must have read my mind, because she suddenly asked, "So. How's it going?" But her voice what flat. I kept my tone upbeat when I announced, "Well, my hair's trying to grow back!" Her response was, "Hmmm" I watched her in the mirror as she frowned at my head as she worked. I guess I should have just said, "Fine, thanks."
My New Look
After 10 minutes of tension, I looked in the mirror at the finished product. There wasn't much difference. My poofy Dallas Housewife Look, seemed a little shorter and nerdier. I drove home glum. It wasn't so much the haircut, as it was the insult. I had been treated poorly and I should have told her that.
Once home, I took a look in the bathroom mirror and realized the wig was sitting off-center. When I shifted the wig into position, the bangs went lopsided. I tossed the wig on Betty Lou, the wig stand and told her, "You can have it." The way it landed on the Styrofoam head reminded me of past hair dos.
Return to Youth
This wig hair ain't growing back! That's worse than a regular bad hair cut.
But my hair is growing and maybe I'll have a Pixie cut, with choppy little bangs again. If that doesn't work out, I'll just keep wearing scarves... with a little boot distraction!
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast CANCER and then I was done.
On March 13, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. This time it was the invasion of COVID and it affected every person. I ranted for a year, until I got my COVID vaccine in March 2021.
CORONARY Artery Disease was the reason I restarted this blog on September 26, 2021. This time it was my hubby Don, who was dealing with a worry that started with the letter "C".
Coronavirus and Cancer, Coronary Artery Disease! All are evil, but none can totally get me down... if I vent! I usually end up feeling a little more positive at the end of each post!
Navigating This Mess!
The most recent post is at the top, from coronary posts in 2022, back to cancer posts in 2016.
To find past posts, look below the "Archives" section, to find "Categories".