Hair Today and Gone, er, Today.

To say I got a haircut today is like saying the ocean has a little water in it.

Whimper.

It's not that it isn't a good haircut, in fact it is a very good hair cut. But it's a very, um, big haircut.

Please refrain, when you next see me, from saying things like: "WOW! See ya got your ears lowered!", "Man, did you get a haircut??", "It doesn't look that bad - really."

See, I got myself a permanent a few weeks ago, and it fried my hair. Not only did it fry my hair, part of my  hair didn't even curl, not one little bit. 

In my history of perms, which goes back thirty some years, I've never been fried, nor  has one ever failed to take. (I don't count the ones when I was a kid, every one of those Mother forced me to have fried my hair, it was nothing but sad frizz.)

I was offered a free perm, since this one didn't curl, but upon looking at the mess, she was afraid to do so, and frankly, I was afraid for her to.

So, since I couldn't do anything with it, we both took a deep breath and she commenced to cut.

And cut.

If I was thirty years younger, I would look cute. Sorta like I needed to go whip on some ice skates and a short skirt and get to the ice.

But I ain't thirty years younger, I am wrinkled and drooped and waddled. 

So if you see a tall woman with a bag on her head, it's just me. Trying not to hyperventilate while my  hair grows back out.

And speaking of hair, I developed some condition that comes and goes about five years ago. Into the third year, I noticed a place where  my hair looked thinner. Then last year, it was more noticeable, and this year, when the condition came back, I was, like, Yikes! Get me to a dermatologist.

Apparently, this happens to women in their forties. Me, more like fifties and sixties, but I've always been a late bloomer. I have this line, starting on the left side of my widow's peak, which turns into a t about two inches back. Of course, it would be in the front, because thinned hair wouldn't be any fun if no one could see it, right? 

So, the doc gave me meds to put on my scalp and meds to take by mouth and vitamins. 

I will admit it helped the condition stop, but the hair didn't grow back. So guess what she suggested? Yep. What you see advertised for men every time you turn on the TV. 

No, all you witty folks. Not Viagra.

Husband went to the local you-know-what and purchased me some instant hair grow. He was worried briefly they'd think it was for him, but when I gave him my best icy stare, he hushed and went.

It's working. I have stubby hair growing in the thinned areas. It's even shorter than my  haircut!

Well, I guess that about covers it. 

Other than hair? I got nothing. 

 And not much of that.