flippy hair

It's been a long day and the only reason I'm still up is that I'm waiting for Patrick to hop onto Skype for a pre-arranged chat. He's had fatigue-stuff happening lately though, so he may not show.

I haven't been up to much lately, but I did get my hair cut and dyed yesterday. It's always a bit of an ambivalent experience for me, mostly because of disability related bits and pieces. On the one hand, it means having my implant off for at least an hour while someone who doesn't know me or my disability gets close to my head with sharp things. I've never really felt unsafe in the hands of a hairdresser, but I have felt isolated, disconnected from the world and unable to communicate adequately with someone who needs my guidance and feedback. I actually have a deafblind friend who has taken to cropping her own hair close to her head because she hates taking her hearing aid and glasses off when she goes to the hairdresser; without them she can't hear or see very much at all. This isn't really an option for me, most certainly not while I'm a) dyeing my hair, and b) looking for work.

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