And yesterday, too. My haircut yesterday was a milestone - we retired the hair flap/comb-over that covered the Swath of Surgery. This cut pulled it together into an actual normal style - a bit shorter and more structured than ideal, but give it three weeks and I'm at ideal. The wildly raggedy side hair that grew in (and hair is funny, you'd think it would all grow in at about the same rate but it totally doesn't, every follicle is on its own timetable, and it grows in looking really mangey). The bangs are almost there, the under-layer is one cut from being part of the bangs team, which is good because that's where the dent in my temple and the screws in my forehead are located and that growing-in patch has an important job to do - to keep my forehead screws and temple dent discreet - not a secret, but not something that is just on display. It's not gross or too obvious unless you know what happened, but one of my co-workers just had to touch the screw heads today and pronounced them "Wild!"
I agree, it is. I do not have the nerve to pierce my bellybutton but now I don't have to, because I have titanium screws in my head! It's like a pierced navel, in that I can share it at will, but I was totally unconscious when it was put in. There isn't enough tequila in the world for me to pierce anything. I have pierced ears and considered a second set of holes, but unless I can get a designated driver, forget it. I was 14 and highly motivated the first time.
My friend L, who has both a pierced navel and tattoos, has sworn she will be my designated driver for a 50th birthday tattoo. I fully expect to chicken out.