[click image]My hair actually looks almost exactly like this just now. I'd succumbed to the urge to lop a bunch more of it off. It had grown very long again behind my back, while I was ignoring it utterly except for when tripping over the pounds of it that hit the floor. When I lost forty pounds, I decided to do something about my hair at last. First I had about five inches cut off in a very chic long million length cut. Then I had had another three cut off in an equally chic way. And just the other day I had yet another three cut off, to leave it just long enough to pull into a ponytail with but an inch or two to spare. It was a shitty cut, because the chic place was closed when I wanted it off, and so it is good to just pull it into that ponytail until next month or so when it can be made chic again. Doesn't matter. I'd sprayed it up and blown it to see if I couldn't make something wild and wooly enough for me out of it, but there's still too much hair for that, and so it just went back into the ponytail until further notice.
A few minutes ago I took it out of the band holding it into the ponytail all these days so I could brush it thoroughly before showering. My hair is sticking up almost exactly like this right this very now. The outright amazing part is that hardly any hair broke off when I brushed it. Usually handfuls of it need pulling from my brush when I'm done. Scaring the pee out of me every time, making me run to a mirror to check how close to bald I must be every time, but mysteriously finding I still have hair on my head every time. It did finally occur to me that the problem wasn't with the growing of the hair -- it grows outrageously fast -- and it can't be that it's falling out so much as it is just breaking off. Otherwise, for sure I'd have been all scalp and no locks long since.
My hair had been up in that ponytail for four days, and just four or five short strands came off on the brush and one or two hit the floor. This has not been the case for almost 20 years. I may finally have cut off all the hair that has been breaking off and tripping me for so long due to my severe lack of vitamin D. I might now be down to the hair that's grown since my vitamin D level has finally gone back up into the healthy zone.
My teeth have stopped breaking and I can no longer move them with a little finger pressure. My skin looks way better. My hair may finally have stopped threatening the integrity of all vacuum cleaners. Damn. This might turn out okay.
Oh!
Yes, I do look goofy as hell, but I don't care. I feel SO much better.
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7pm Update: Well, there was still too much hair in the comb after shampooing... so... it's better anyway.
My shower seemed to decide the left index finger I cut so badly last night to start bleeding like mad again, and so I had to spend a lot of time rinsing it again with hydrogen peroxide and wrapping that back up in a wad of antibiotic ointment and gauze so I could go out into the world without bleeding all over everything... but the tip of that finger is now asleep.
Heavy sigh.
I forgot to freak about Goldie, and she started right up -- AND HELD HER IDLE JUST FINE -- not even rattling too terrifyingly this trip. Thank the buddhas of the ten directions. Thank you very much indeed.
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Like a vaguely hip paragon of virtue healthy old baggy maniac.
[That was a braino. Dammit! I won't set foot in a Walmart, let alone spend money in one. But I keep getting Walgreens mixed up in my mouth with Walmart. I use the new Walgreens because they have the very least inefficient bozos behind the pharmacy counter. It is a plague of the north coast that even heavily staffed pharmacies are nothing but abortive attempts, misfiled prescriptions and malfunctioning computers. I've tried every single one up here, and the one independent one that wasn't any better but wasn't corporate went out of business. So. Walgreens. Sheesh.]
"This might turn out okay"
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