Gimme a head with hair…


I was ill last week with a horrible bug.  I’ll not go into details but it wasn’t pleasant.  And whenever I’m ill something horrendous happens to my face and my hair.  All nutrients and good stuff that get whizzed around by the little red and white blood cells get re-deployed to fight whatever is battering me.  I picture it like this:

how my body works

If you want to understand how it works, then this instructional video will definitely help.  Despite watching days, weeks, probably months of House, ER, Grey’s Anatomy and all that jazz, this is still how I picture the inside of my body.  I love those red blood cells.  I’m far too susceptible to TV programmes.

Anyway, by Saturday I was almost feeling normal and the only way I could make myself fell almost human again was to get my hair cut.  I’ve been growing it since last January, only having a small trim and getting my fringe cut in, so that’s what I planned to have done again.  Or get it cut really short, one or the other.

It started reasonably well, with the bleach going on to boost my red and blue streaks, the brown going on to sort out all the grey roots.  I chatted to the lady, she seemed quite busy.  I said that I was going to try and keep it long and to get some long layers in.

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