I sit here with strange men outside my window working on my eves. My husband arranged this and woke me with a call to tell me about it just as they were arriving. I was going to avoid medications for a bit in hopes I could drive and find some clothing before the pain set in … but that was not to be.
Not because of pain as you might think, even thought I have some, but because in my leftover stupor I decided to cut my own hair. Not the smoothest of moves. I now look at the scattered cuttings from my sadly shrinking hair (for some weird reason it has started falling out again). I know great hair dressers, so why didn’t I let them cut my hair? God only knows. It probably stems from the drugged stupor I am living in at the moment, and there is also the shame factor over losing so much hair that it is hard to figure what to do with what is left. Half the time they are afraid to do anything with what is left and I am desperate enough that I will go for it … and go for it I did! HEHE!
So …. NOW what? Well, I am probably going to break out the bleach, the foil, and the plastic caps and see what other trouble I can stir up for myself now that I got this thang started! hehehehe. The good news to all this is I was, once-upon-a-time, an excellent Stylist myself–people paid me big bucks to do their hair–so I normally do better than most stylists on my bad days (though not always). The neck and back injuries put a stop to my even doing it as a hobby–the pain is beyond maxed out when I try. I love all things hair, makeup, and spa — do I ever love to be pampered. Even when I was a full-time stylist I didn’t do my own hair as a rule, I like the pampering better. Nothing like a great shampoo and professional finish to your look.
So what is my major rub with paying someone to do me up right? It just seems a waste to go in and pay (I am not going to list how much I pay to have my hair done–I’m picky will have to do for now) for hair that I am really not going to be in love with. I won’t be in love with it because of the stylist, but because I barely have hair to style. Totally stinks! It probably means I need to go and visit my hormone Doc again … have I mentioned I don’t like all the docs? Hair falling out and saggin’ skin — soon I am going to be ready to play the part of the old hag in any new witch film. Thankfully, Mikey is going blind (lovely built in filter he has–all the wrinkles are blurred), and that he sees me through the eyes of love helps bunches. I will be fine, even if I’m haggy.
I’m gonna rest a bit then if I get the courage up to doctor myself I will be back later on with pics. Hehehe — don’t worry– I won’t be showing the Hag Sag, cuz I know how to hide that ugly thing for a photo. Remember the duct tape! HEHE!
Tomorrow is weigh in day! YUM! hahaha!
Later Gators …S