It has really been bothering me. The pain has grown in its intensity each day for about 2 weeks. I have tried to tell myself that it can't be as serious as it seems.
However, yesterday I came to the realization that I cannot take it anymore. I called and scheduled an emergency procedure. So today, at 2:45 I have an appointment.
I know it is going to hurt a little. I expect that.
I thought it best to wait until The King was out of town so that I could have a little time to adjust to the change and he could have a little time to prepare himself. But I'm ready.
Today...I am chopping off my hair.
You must know that I have never had long hair. Its current length is between my ears and my chin. But it is driving me nuts.
I look like I have ear muffs. Big furry earmuffs.
So, the back...I'm chopping it off. I want to leave a little length on the sides--enough to tuck behind my ears. And fool myself into thinking it is long-ish. But the back?
Chopping it off.
I had such high hopes. Really, I did. I thought maybe this was the year I could grow my hair.
Nope. It's not.
I cannot have long hair. There. I admit it. I will never have long, beautiful, flowing hair.
There is something worse than not having long, beautiful, flowing hair.
Having ugly hair.
I cannot have ugly hair. That looks like earmuffs.
So, I am chopping it off.
I am a little disappointed that I could not accomplish what generations of women have done with ease.
But ugly trumps disappointed.
And so I go.
There is a small possibility that I am making an emotional decision based on high humidity in our area.
But I think I'd rather err on the side of not having earmuffs.