Hair

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I have a very simple relationship with my hair. I grow it when I want it I cut it when I grow tired of it. Simple. 

Back in the day in school and uni I used to just turn up to class with a short haircut overnight. One time in uni I had to ID myself to the lecturer with name and details because I had cut my hair overnight and the lecturer didn't realise I was a student in his class. 

When my son was few months old, I cut my hair very short and you should have seen the look on the his face trying match the face to the voice ! Oh but babies learn quickly unlike the prof and I didn't have to prove anything ! Hungry - milk - go ; don't care what the face looks like ....

Lately I have developed two concepts about hair - one is that I cannot see what my hair looks like unless I am standing in front of a mirror. So if I am dressed up to go somewhere, I will check it only before I leave, and so I cant see after that. Hence I am not going to do a hair do or something that is uncomfortable for me for the benefit of others. What is the point of that? 

Second is that the hair on my head is something I have created all by myself. No one helped me grow my hair. And my head of hair is unique to me. No one else has this combination of lengths, colors, or textures. Essentially it is my life's worth of work.  So I refuse to hide my greys under a cheap bottle of hair color. So I go natural, greys and all.

Also no one in my family really cared much about it unless it was on the floor or in food. So I was left to my own devices any way. 

But when the treatment started and it started coming off after 2 weeks then it became a hot topic. Add to it that it is winter and I needed head gear. The hospital gave leaflets about where to get wigs. 

But going as natural as I wanted to be, I was determined to let it naturally fall off unless the doctors advice there was a medical reason to cut it or shape it or dye it  - which there was none.  They also said that I will loose it all in the 1st month of treatment. So I am waiting to see how soon all of it will actually fall off.

Leaving you with this comment from Robin William on Michael Jackson's doctor prescribing him drugs 




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