This morning I finally got my hair cut! My hair dresser, Megan, says to me “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you!”
“I’ve been really busy with work,” I answered. It wasn’t a complete lie. I have been swamped. But, I’ve had to cancel my last three hair appointments because of my NIH trips this summer – a subject I’ve never broached with her. Every time I see her she oohhhs and aaahhs over my blonde hair.
“How did you get so lucky as to have such beautiful blonde hair?” she says every time I see her. I can’t help but chuckle to myself. If only she knew the price I’m paying for this beautiful blonde hair! Grin!
I had an appointment with her just before I was leaving for Genetic Alliance. I wanted to have my hair looking great at the meeting. But, when NIH agreed to see me as an outpatient to repeat my pulmonary function tests, I had to get ahead at work and thus had to cancel my hair appointment. Then I had one before I was supposed to go back to NIH to be screened for the drug trial, and again had to cancel because I had too much to do before leaving. Then I had an appointment on the books right after I got back. Again, I was swamped and had to move it back until today.
Megan always hesitates to cut my hair as short as I’d like it. “It’s so beautiful,” she says, “Yep, whack it!” I answered.
I’m not a girlie girl. When my hair starts to get down to my shoulders it just requires too much work to make look nice – and after I spend a half hour blow drying and curling I go and stand in the wind at a bus stop so it’s blown apart by the time I get to work anyway. Why bother?
When it’s short the wind could blow it all day, but when I step inside I only need to run my fingers through it and it’s back to normal. How easy is that?
“I’ve been really busy with work,” I answered. It wasn’t a complete lie. I have been swamped. But, I’ve had to cancel my last three hair appointments because of my NIH trips this summer – a subject I’ve never broached with her. Every time I see her she oohhhs and aaahhs over my blonde hair.
“How did you get so lucky as to have such beautiful blonde hair?” she says every time I see her. I can’t help but chuckle to myself. If only she knew the price I’m paying for this beautiful blonde hair! Grin!
I had an appointment with her just before I was leaving for Genetic Alliance. I wanted to have my hair looking great at the meeting. But, when NIH agreed to see me as an outpatient to repeat my pulmonary function tests, I had to get ahead at work and thus had to cancel my hair appointment. Then I had one before I was supposed to go back to NIH to be screened for the drug trial, and again had to cancel because I had too much to do before leaving. Then I had an appointment on the books right after I got back. Again, I was swamped and had to move it back until today.
Megan always hesitates to cut my hair as short as I’d like it. “It’s so beautiful,” she says, “Yep, whack it!” I answered.
I’m not a girlie girl. When my hair starts to get down to my shoulders it just requires too much work to make look nice – and after I spend a half hour blow drying and curling I go and stand in the wind at a bus stop so it’s blown apart by the time I get to work anyway. Why bother?
When it’s short the wind could blow it all day, but when I step inside I only need to run my fingers through it and it’s back to normal. How easy is that?
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