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In completely unexpected news, i REALLY REALLY LIKE my dermatologist.
And he didn't say, "come back in a month."
I had my list of my top four issues, and he answered them. In many cases the answer was basically "Use the gentle steroid twice a day and quit worrying about side effects," but more gently phrased. So, rah! The dermatologist i saw years ago seemed much more cautious about the steroids. For my scalp he prescribed two different compounds of the same steroid. One has a peanut oil carrier. That sounded super effective -- and messy.
So in other completely unexpected news, i went and got my hair chopped off.
This A-line bob is much shorter in the back. In extremely unexpected news, i ruined my hairstylist's day. Apparently once the weight of all the hair was gone, the back of my hair wanted to have a party. "You have a wave," she said. And i thought this was a good thing. But no, tone of voice and the repetition made it clear "wave" wasn't desired here. Finally, "cow lick" was intoned. I gathered she wanted to fix it, and she was concerned because it would be shorter. Shorter was fine. Clipping continued. The hair iron was brought out. (A hair iron? On my hair? We're trying to straighten it??) More clipping. A razor. We had stopped chatting a long time ago. The concentration was ferocious.
Finally, she gave up. She apologized, she said i could ask someone else to look. I said it looked fine, her hair was perfect, but i am not a perfect person. It will grow out. (We shouldn't have gone so short to begin with.) The other stylist said it looked great and we should just rumple it and scrunch it up. I enthusiastically agreed. Poor wonderful hairstylist, she wanted it perfect and sleek.
I am so not perfect and sleek.
She also seems to be a short hair aficionado and probably wanted to convert me.
Ah well. I tipped her well and scrunched up the back and figure i need to use sun block on the back of my neck.
Off to the grocery store pharmacy to pick up my prescription. In yet another unexpected turn, it turns out the prescription had not arrived at all. Grumble.
Adventure!
And he didn't say, "come back in a month."
I had my list of my top four issues, and he answered them. In many cases the answer was basically "Use the gentle steroid twice a day and quit worrying about side effects," but more gently phrased. So, rah! The dermatologist i saw years ago seemed much more cautious about the steroids. For my scalp he prescribed two different compounds of the same steroid. One has a peanut oil carrier. That sounded super effective -- and messy.
So in other completely unexpected news, i went and got my hair chopped off.
This A-line bob is much shorter in the back. In extremely unexpected news, i ruined my hairstylist's day. Apparently once the weight of all the hair was gone, the back of my hair wanted to have a party. "You have a wave," she said. And i thought this was a good thing. But no, tone of voice and the repetition made it clear "wave" wasn't desired here. Finally, "cow lick" was intoned. I gathered she wanted to fix it, and she was concerned because it would be shorter. Shorter was fine. Clipping continued. The hair iron was brought out. (A hair iron? On my hair? We're trying to straighten it??) More clipping. A razor. We had stopped chatting a long time ago. The concentration was ferocious.
Finally, she gave up. She apologized, she said i could ask someone else to look. I said it looked fine, her hair was perfect, but i am not a perfect person. It will grow out. (We shouldn't have gone so short to begin with.) The other stylist said it looked great and we should just rumple it and scrunch it up. I enthusiastically agreed. Poor wonderful hairstylist, she wanted it perfect and sleek.
I am so not perfect and sleek.
She also seems to be a short hair aficionado and probably wanted to convert me.
Ah well. I tipped her well and scrunched up the back and figure i need to use sun block on the back of my neck.
Off to the grocery store pharmacy to pick up my prescription. In yet another unexpected turn, it turns out the prescription had not arrived at all. Grumble.
Adventure!