The Great Hair Crisis of 2014

I took Friday off work to have a surgical consult regarding the two cysts on my head.  I was under the impression that this procedure would be done in the office that day.  I was a little nervous but kept telling myself it wouldn’t be a big deal.  The surgeon examined the cysts and walked me through the procedure.  Again, I was thinking no big deal.  I had the whole day on Friday and through the weekend to recover if necessary so let’s get these things removed.

He then walked me down the hallway to what I thought would be more of a procedure room.  Instead, I was sitting in front of his assistant looking at the calendar for an appointment.  I said whenever was fine and took the first available for the following Thursday morning.

On the drive home, I was a little irritated that I had the whole day off and still had to schedule an appointment for another day that I didn’t have off.  Also, then I would need to return to work after the procedure. 

I read through the information before pulling into my sister’s driveway for a short visit.  The operation was scheduled in the surgery center.  There were pre-surgery requirements.  I would need to fast and arrive an hour early.  There were descriptions of stitches which would need another appointment to be removed and a mention of shaving hair off my head.

This was not sounding like a no big deal procedure any more.  This sounds like a real surgery.  There is no way I’m doing this in the morning and returning to work.  I will need at least a day to recover and a full weekend to fix my hair if there is some shaving involved.

And at that point, I decided this was not going to happen. 

Instead, I got a few inches chopped off my hair and colored it.  I decided that some read highlights would be a great idea for the fall and winter months, which in my head looked so classy.

In reality, I now have pink hair!

I couldn’t really decide how Rainbow Brite it looked until I got ready for Church Sunday morning.  It was completely unacceptable and embarrassing.  We ended up missing Mass altogether because I was still putting out my hair emergency. After another box of hair color, it looked slightly better but still punk rocker pink.

I’m hopeful that several washes and another color treatment next week will bring my hair back to normal.  I need normal before Thanksgiving!

Until then, it’s buns, pony tails and high hopes of nobody saying anything about it!

I cancelled my surgery appointment this morning, but now I’m wondering if the head shaving thing was really the right way to go.

What a disaster!