worst day ever vent
So, I'm growing out a pixie cut. Actually, I'm growing out from chemo-induced baldness, with a few haircuts along the way. Anyways, it's somewhere between pixie and bob, and the little piecies on the side are curling outward and pissing me off, so I decided I couldn't wait until my haircut in 2 weeks and went in for a walk-in cut at another salon. The woman was totally sweet and wonderful and tried to dissuade me from cutting it (after all it'll just grow back in a month to the same stage) but I was adamant and she snipped off the offending curls and some pieces in the back. Then I was like wtf did I just do? This is the worst decision ever. If I had waited another month I would have gotten past the awkward stage and everything would have been fine. But no, I had to be impatient and get it cut and now it'll be months before it's normal. My only "why me?" cancer moments have to do with hair. This awful short hair is the only remaining physical manifestation of disease, like a giant curly scar sitting on my head and waving at people. I'm just really sad and I know it's about more than just the hair, but right now all I can think about is how much longer this growing out process will take. Anyways, that's my vent. thanks for listening.