I posted a video awhile back where I spent the entire time prattling on about my hair. Well, I was able to get my hair trimmed just a weekend or two after that and I held strong. I could have reverted to my old ways and had the stylist chop off all the awkward and heavy bulk in the back, but I persevered. I had made it that far into the uncomfortable growing-out process, to chop it off again would have put me back at square one.
Ultimately, I ended up having her thin the whole thing out while taking as little length off as possible. My hair is still awkward as all get out, but it's significantly less heavy and bulky. I figure I'll get another trim right before Xmas. By then, the back should be a bit longer and maybe not drive me so crazy. I had her leave the front asymmetrical for now - Once it hits my shoulders we can even it up without making me look like I'm wearing a helmet of hair.
As a child I had SO MUCH hair. It used to get caught in the waistband of my pants when I got dressed in the morning.
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I just did some math - I haven't washed my hair with shampoo in over 6 months. SIX MONTHS. Wow. And here's some more, completely unrelated, important to no one but me MATH:
Time spent living in different types of homes:
- apartment = 7 1/2 years
- motorhome = 5 years
- mobilehome = 11 years
- duplex = 1 1/2 years
- single-family house = 3 years
So... it's time to live in a house again. Big time. For the rest of forever, amen. We signed the final papers about a week and a half ago. I don't remember if I mentioned that or not. Now we just wait for the USDA loan to go through. That's gonna take another 5 to 8 weeks.
In other news... I'm a mess. These past couple of days have worn me down emotionally. I'm really starting to wonder if this is something I can continue to manage on my own. It might be time for medication. The problem is - no insurance. No chance of getting on any kind of insurance anytime soon. No guarantee any insurance would even take me since I have a medical history where I was once given anti-depressants, not to mention the fact that on some days I fall into the "morbidly obese" BMI category. I'm crossing my fingers for healthcare reform and taking care of myself the best I can. But the crying is getting to be unbearable, the constant uncomfortable bubble surrounding me, the inability to function normally... It's all starting to take it's toll.