One morning a couple of weeks ago I paused for a selfie I thought I might post to Facebook or the blog or some such. And me being me, I was all about the flaws I saw in my own reflection. I wish I had that day back to repeat. I might have done a better job of building myself up.
That lady was pretty. She just didn't know it.
Bye bye. See you again in a couple of years.
But no. What I saw was dry and thinning hair, and on closer inspection I discovered that my hair was indeed falling out at a more than normal rate, as evidenced by areas that were very thin. Hairclips were not working any more. I can't do headbands with these hearing aids and a mask. I needed a haircut, I thought. Something really easy. Fast forward to Friday, haircut was on the list. I won't bore you with details.
I got a very bad haircut.
It is so short now that I cannot comb it. Which might be good. So short I don't have to wash it daily. Which also might be good. But also so short and choppy and misshapen and terrible that it will be weeks before I can go somewhere else to get it remedied in order to simply grow it back out again. Because I have decided once and for all, I'm done with very short hair.
I bought two scrub caps and wear them to work daily.
I ordered some densifying shampoo. Got a new BP medication prescription which may curb the unwanted side effect of hair falling out. And ordered some biotin gummies to add to my vitamin/fish oil/calcium routine. There's not to much else I can do, besides forgive myself. Have you ever had a supremely bad haircut, and what did you do?
Gina
