As you can imagine i'm sure, this was a very VERY stressful time for me, and i worried non-stop as i had no health insurance and was quickly burning through my savings while i was unable to work. [i'm a fibre artist ] at any rate, after i was finally able to come home from the hospital, i was still pretty weak, and my hair had become quite matted...mostly in the back...and underneath and i tried for a few days to get it combed out to no avail..
After getting out of the shower that morning, my hair had instantly become one big GIANT dreadlock poking up and off the side of my head at a very odd and awkward angle...honest to God there wasn't one SINGLE strand of hair on my entire head that wasn't somehow inextricably wound...and wound T I G H T L Y around another hair...it was as if my hair had become "felted" nearly all the way to my scalp... to say i "paniced" doesn't even begin to express accurately what i was going thru...[aND STILL AM BUT MUCH WORSE A YEAR LATER]
here's the sad irony..."THE REAL h a r d KICK IN my BEHIND"...i had a date for later that night...and my VERY FIRST DATE in T H I R T E E N whole YEARS while i raised my son i'd adopted from an overseas orphanage...anyway, i'd just recently joined match dot com before my horrible accident, and had posted some really nice photographs i was a little proud of [i'm 57 years old and look much younger]my son had just taken for my online profile, and i was already getting lots of encouraging responses from seemingly very nice gentlemen...many of which specifically mentioned how it was the unusual color of my hair...or the length of it with all those waves is what initially caught their attention and got them to stop and read my profile...
can you begin to imagine my hysteria???
I rushed to the best salon in town where for several hours, 2 women who refused to apply any lubricating product [afraid of "blisters"] just aggressively poked and jabbed at my head with the sharpened metal point of a comb while alternately ripping out chunks of my hair literally by the roots while just breaking off other big pieces of hair sometimes within just 3 inches of my scalp [my hair was WAIST len gth]... i tried to remain calm [ knowing darn well i'd be losing much hair and more than likely was going to end up having to get many many inches [in length] cut off] while the pile of hair they were ripping out was growing at my feet larger and larger and larger...til i'd had enough of their "rough" unprofessional treatment and ever so slight insinuation that perhaps i 'd gotten a little lazy and just hadn't combed my hair in a long time causing the problem by "personal neglect"...i paId them [and an obscene amount] and cried hysterically all the way home, and literally trembled when i had to call my date, by then just 2 hr's from the time he was to pick me up, and CANCEL it...i was mortified...
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