My marathon...

One of the reasons I have been thinking about having a hair cut—an expense I normally eschew—is because the nerves in my head have been making me more ill than usual.  I cannot bear to have my hair up.  I cannot bear to have it down.  My hair hurts and when I wear it up the weight of it on my  nerves are making me nauseated, dizzy, and weak.

Every single time I have gone in with long hair and asked to have layers, I have been told that that isn't possible with long hair.  But if you Google "long layers" and click on images, you will see a plethora of photos of women with long hair that is layered.

[Why is it that when you have waist length hair and you try to have a trim, you walk alway with six inches or more hacked off?????]

I talked with the stylist for a while, going through the photos I brought her.  She seemed to understand what I wanted and actually didn't even let me finish saying that I was told I couldn't have layers—"That's not true."  As interruptions go, it was a consoling moment for me.

Tonight, battling pain and nausea all evening, I am actually thinking of asking her to take off that six inches before layering my hair.  I thought that I could have a little relief in the weight part, if she could cut it in such a way that growing out would be okay.  The stylist—her name is Abbie—said she could blend in the bangs I cut myself a few weeks ago ... if I wanted.  I probably want that.  Maybe.  It's not like I spend any time on my hair these days.

I rarely even brush it.

Holding my arms up is hard on my heart and oft makes me faint.  I am really great at washing it in just a few minutes.  And I wash it less.  SIGH.  I comb it out in the shower and then again after toweling it dry for just a few minutes and putting in some moisturizer.  Usually, the next time I brush or comb it is the next time I wash it.  Having my arms up is my version of a marathon ... one that happens in mere minutes and leaves me just as exhausted.

Having long hair is the only thing I have ever liked about myself, the only thing that I ever though was attractive and, frankly the only thing about which I've received compliments from the opposite sex.  I don't want to cut it.  I would, however, like to find some sort of way to have a bit of relief.  I mean, the nerves in my head will bother me no matter the length when it comes to laying down or leaning my head against something.  And, after a day or so post hair wash, sometimes less, the movement of my hair will hurt no matter how long it is.  So, this isn't about going bald, though I sometimes think that is what I should do.  It is about seeing if there is a happy medium somewhere.  One outside L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time.

Can I find a way to make my marathons a bit easier on my body???