Hair here, there, everywhere

It’s coming out in DROVES!

As much as I sniffled and dreaded this moment, I have to say I find this experience so much more annoying than dramatic!

Lay on a pillow — hair everywhere. Try on a t-shirt —hair everywhere. Bobby pin the hair — hair everywhere. Wide tooth comb through the hair— hair EVERYWHERE! Washing your hair — don’t even think about it!

It’s miserable. I tried on a turtleneck (I know, what was I thinking) and almost laughed about how much hair came off in the neck part.

I really thought I would be so traumatized from this experience — pulling my hair out with my fingers with little to no effort, watching it come out in the shower (and subsequently haven’t washed my hair since… it’s been over 9 days), finding it all over the house, not being able to use hair ties or bobby pins or shower caps or head wraps without pulling out more hair…

But really? It’s painful and annoying! Little hairs are pricking my scalp, I assume on their escape route from my head. Finding hair inside of my sleep t-shirt is losing novelty. I want it gone!

So yesterday after my infusion, my mom had a drink (or three) and attempted to shave my head for me. We thought it would be quick and easy (G.I. Jane and Sex and the City made it look so easy), as we discovered mid-shave it’s actually a bit difficult. Then again, this could be due to the quality of the razor — it was my dad’s electric shaver that had probably not been cleaned in close to a decade. Mom quickly waved the white flag and we decided to see some professionals to have the rest done, and just trim whatever was left.

Now, I am rocking an incredibly bizarre half-shave half-pixie cut, 9-day no shampoo/conditioner, absolutely no styling involved, and a widening middle part as more hair falls. I couldn’t be happier!

Tomorrow I get a professional shave with our new friends the Wig ladies, and I may even come home with my own overpriced wig!