Decisions Were Made

I am a little…compromised right now.

It’s a consequence of the brief high dose of corticosteroids we’re hitting my immune system with: I have pretty significant psychiatric side effects. At least they’re mostly being managed right now, but atop the mania, once a week when the dosage changes I lose a few days. Sometimes I spend a couple of hours on the treadmill. Sometimes I obsessively clean out the fridge. Other times I have a breakdown because I suddenly think what if Shawn died? Many other times I just lie in bed trying to sleep off my fuck-up brain.

Other times decisions are made. Late at night.

But like, last time I had way worse intrusive thoughts, so I don’t think this one is that bad.

Everyone has a drawer full of various hair colours in case they need to change their identity and go on the run like in the movies because you’ve met a spy and suddenly you’re tangled in something, right?

Right?

Anyway, after I cut three or four inches off my hair and bleached it, I found it too brassy so I opened that drawer.

So I think it’s cute. pic.twitter.com/Ze2shfPJcc

— Manic Amazon Nightmare Girl (@skyladawn) January 31, 2022

Behold my new hair, seen and appreciated by…no one but me and my cats because there’s a deadly pandemic, I’m on multiple immunosuppressants, and I work from home.

But I dig it.

The back and underneath is the deeper violet and the top/front is more pink. I’d go a little shorter but this is the shortest I can do on my own (and despite the messiness, yes, it’s pretty even–just trying to show the different colours here).

Shawn managed to avoid a dye job of his own, but it was tricky since my bathroom door doesn’t latch.

Back at the beginning of the pandemic, I talked a few friends into cutting their own hair, and now that we’re in year three when things are often just as dangerous, again, I encourage: just cut your own fucking hair. Dye it. There are YouTube videos and how-to articles all over the place. It’s just hair. It grows back.

Still working from home? Fuck it. Pick a random colour and dye it. Have fun with your glamourous hair while sitting in your pajamas. YOLO motherfuckers.

Here’s my artsy shot.

Yeah, my scalp’s a little dyed, but no one but me and the cats here to mock it, and it’ll fade in a few days. Hopefully the colour sticks for a while.

(If it doesn’t, I also have light blue, pink, deep raspberry, teal, lavender…)

Two weeks down, six weeks to go…