Over the last year I’ve been on Azathioprine due to my Ulcerative Colitis, this is a drug that cancer patients use, cancer patients also use Paracetamol so that doesn’t mean it’s as scary as it sounds. But….. it has meant that my hair has been gradually thinning and falling out from the roots. People say it doesn’t look that bad and that it just looks like I have very thin fine hair and that I should’t worry about it. After all, I’m still here aren’t I? The thing is, I think it looks terrible. It frizzes in the slightest breeze, it doesn’t swing around my shoulders anymore it just hangs downwards and matts into mucky brown swamp donkey blonde strands. I hate it.
This evening I trimmed Horace’s hair and once I’d done it I just thought ‘Feck it’ and asked him to cut my hair too. The difference being, I wanted rid of it. ALL of it. Britney Spears stylee, except without the nervous breakdown and the papparazi. I’ve realised I can’t cut all of it off because I don’t have a nice hat and my daughter would disown me at the school gates, but I have cut half of it off. Photograph included as proof.
I’m planning to start again. Everyone will think I’ve got cancer or gone mad or something, but they can think what they like. My mum and dad will probably be upset, but this is my choice. It’ll grow back, and hopefully it’ll look more even and be in better condition. If it grows back looking crap, then there’s no loss, it already looks appalling. Maybe I’ll start wearing make-up so I’ll at least look very slightly feminine. Or perhaps I’ll just look like a man in drag.
Anyway, this is a great excuse to buy a nice hat.
My darling daughter found out she had nits this evening too, so I have to say that’s been a bit of a catalyst. I don’t think I’ve got them, but this will certainly solve the problem. Once the ‘Nice Hat’ arrives the rest of the hair will go too. I’m just keeping some of it for the moment for the sake of the kids. I don’t want to scare them.
The deed is done. Everyone always says a new haircut is a great way to cheer yourself up. I’ve decided this is my way of starting afresh. Once I’ve had my hemorroidectomy I’ll be in remission from the Colitis and ‘fixed.’ After two years of pain, medication, endless hospital appointments and fatigue, I should be back to normal. Except with a new hat and no hair. Go me. *determined face*