Doctor's Opinion

On Friday, Amadea and I had to go see the doctor. She had some crazy sinus or throat infection, and she shared it with me. Thanks, Amadea.

Anyway, we go into the examining room, and our doctor comes in. She examines Amadea, then me. She asks me about the issues from the fall, and about my separated shoulder, and I tell her, quite truthfully, that I am feeling very good, that I am very happy, and despite the shoulder pain, I am fanfreakingtastic *L*. This doctor looks at me, grins and says, "I can tell. You seem cheerful, your colour looks good, you have that wavy thing happening with your hair ..."

Honestly, after that, I did not hear a thing she said. Not one damn thing. You have that wavy thing happening with your hair? What is THAT supposed to mean? Then, it hit me. I always wear my hair up. Always. Okay, almost always. I teach in a school, where there are kids, kids who sometimes have lice. Since I do not want lice of my own, I keep my hair up. Also, my hair is heavy. Really heavy. And there is a lot of it. When it is down, I feel all hot and sticky, so I wear it up. Apparently, however, I look about eleventy bazillion times better with my hair DOWN, since even my doctor had to comment on it.

I think I am going to clutch my Chippy Card all the way home today. I don't think lack of hair sense is a good enough reason to take it away from me, but I am not sure.