It’s Hard To Be A Woman #12
After going to the gynecologist to make sure I wasn’t getting some new type of cancer to deal with and seeing the naturopath to fix my little thyroid problem a month ago, it was time to focus on my hair.
Because of #1 on my bucket list, I got the brilliant idea back in September to stop having my hair done professionally. Not only did I start dyeing it myself, I also cut it. I was so proud of myself.
Five months went by which meant I saved approximately $500. Outrageous, I know, but before you judge me, I do not go to gyms, I do not spend money on pedicures, I hardly ever go out to eat, I’ve never paid for a suntan, and I’ve never had Botox or plastic surgery done. Well, I’ve had a tummy tuck, but that was a “perk” of having breast reconstruction. While I’m glad now that I had that procedure done, during my six-day hospital stay, I cursed the day I was born.
Where was I going with this whole thought? Oh yes. Not only does hair not like being dyed repeatedly by a novice/non-professional like me, it does not like thyroid problems. My hair started breaking off in chunks. Not only the hair on my head, but my eyelashes as well. I have had all my eyelashes (and eyebrows) fall out before. I do not want to go through that again.
I went back to my hairdresser, Amber, and she whipped me into shape. She was patient and understanding. And charged me a small fortune to fix my head.
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