Cue John Williams theme music… 
Lucky for me that the morning after I’d stupidly severed the tendon of my left middle fnger I still didn’t think it was any sort of big deal, so I went out and got my hair cut before stopping in to see my doctor friend AgustĂn. I thought he was just going to bandage up the finger properly and tell me to go home … instead I ended up spending all the afternoon and evening in emergency, and then had an hour-long operation to re-attach the tendon.
The next day I began to realise that there were quite a lot of things I wasn’t able to do anymore, not the least of which was finding a way to deal with my hair. For the record, I have seriously stupid hair. Baby fine yet totally frizzy (to say it is curly hair would be a total lie – in its natural state it looks like a perm gone horribly wrong). What the Spanish call ‘pelo frito’ (fried hair).
I normally deal with this by pulling it up into a bun, or knot, tied up with a cute little tie-up thingy, leaving a few tendrils of wispyness to soften the look. Which requires two hands. And I no longer had two hands! In desperation I rooted around the bathroom cabinet for the alice band I’d bought a couple of years ago and thus I was saved!
The rest of my so-called hair in its new short chin-length bob turned out to be ‘controllable’ if I got all the frizzy bits tamed back with the alice band and a whack of spray gel. And Nog says he finds my ‘new look’ quite fetching. To be honest, I’m rather liking it myself.
In fact, I might keep on wearing it this way after I get my other hand back. 🙂
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