New 'Do

Warning: Girly post regarding hair. Normal posting will resume again next time.

So I chopped my hair off. It is not the dramatic inch-long version that I did 11 years ago when I went to Asia the first time, but it feels pretty dramatic to me right now and I find myself waking up and touching the back of my head going, "really?"

Tundra tresses à la Canadian Arctic. 

After the Asia incident grew out I kept it pretty long. But I loathe having hair in my face so 98% of the time I wear it in a messy bun of some sort. Especially at work following a nasty catheterization experience wherein my hair fell from behind my shoulder into the dark, dank, yeasty thigh crease of a morbidly obese patient. I then had to sit in the ambulance transferring that patient for the rest of my shift and I can tell you I came pretty close to an ambulance hair cut on the way back from that drop-off!!

The permanent expression on my face in the hospital.

So the odd, odd time I'd wear it down, I didn't feel like it had any pizzaz to it. Mind you that might have had something to do with the fact that I spend about <1 minute getting myself ready to hit the town usually. 

To be fair, I was caught in an Irish rain storm that day. 

Ok let's be honest. I wore my hair like this. Almost. Every. Day. For probably the past 7 years. 

My, what a dazzling bun you've got there! 

 And once in a blue moon I'd mix it up with the Robert Palmer music video look. 

It was, in fact, a coincidence that we all wore stripes to the final exam in December.
I think we all felt an underlying 'imprisonment' vibe which we needed to express. 

So Tobie's sister is a killer hairstylist and she happened to be visiting over the holidays. Her take on style is that you should only keep one hairdo for 5 years and then you have to let go and mix it up or you'll end up looking dated. 

I let her at it. Still easing into it and deciding if I like it. I tried to take some nice photos to show y'all but every one makes me look like a complete tool. Ah well, here they are anyway! 

Tool: full frontal. Black and white unsuccessful at making me look
less "tool-ish". 

This is how it looks from the side when I am staring passively off in the distance. 

This is how it looks when I am self-consciously pawing at it and suspiciously staring to my right. 

This is how it looks when I've been doing CPR for 40 mins and can't
push it out of my face because there are questionable fluids on my gloves.  

So I did find the fatal flaw to the style a few days ago when, as mentioned, we had a very long code. It gets in my face when I lean over to try and do shit. This is annoying. I am going to have to figure out some pathetic way to bobby-pin it back or something at the hospital. And at the gym. But otherwise...meh. Change is good, so I've been told.