New lashes=New Life

Well, I have kept you all in suspense long enough. It is time to tell you about these lashes.

One cold March morning I won a gift certificate (purchased to be exact) from Jordan's law school auction, thus setting in place a chain of events that would change my life forever.

On a whim (coming down from the high of my English Adventure) I called to see what the certificate was all about. I found it entitled the bearer to one set of "sassy" lashes. Furthermore, I found that the "sassy" lashes would tranform natural lashes into the long, beautiful, luscious lashes you wished you were born with, were long lasting and so comfortable, could turn ordinary eyes into sassy, gorgeous, alluring eyes, and could definitely enhance your natural beauty. To top it all off, the wearer would be "glad to wake up in them!" With these hefty promises, I was, of course, completely hooked. I set up my appointment for that very day.

Following this phone call I proceeded to crack my head open at work, but, I carried on, not about to miss this complete makeover.

Around 4pm I headed over to the salon. I soon found myself in the beauty chair squinting my eyes closed against the bright overhead lights. My eyes were taped shut (in a most uncomfortable fashion) and I was in it for the long haul.

The eyelash girl began. She started by asking which lashes I wanted, the lengths, etc. and I just sat, silent in my puzzlement, wondering what to say (and wondering if my car was parked illegally or not). After some prodding questions I confessed I had no idea what I was getting into. From there we selected the appropriate lashes and got started.

Half hour later, I started wondering what was going on. I asked for a quick rundown and for some stats on the number of people who have allergic reactions to the glue. It turns out, for eyelash extensions, they glue individual lashes onto your real lashes, one at a time. (quite time consuming!) She asked it I wanted to try a patch allergy test and come back in 24 hours but, as there were lashes on my lids already, I bravely proclaimed she proceed.

another hour and a half go by and I noticed I could sort of move one eye open, but not the other. I casually asked Socci how many times she had glued peoples eyes shut, only once. Then she told me to keep my eyes closed.

two and a half hours (exutiatingly torturous in a calm semi relaxing way) after my arrival I opened my eyes. They seemed impossibly heavy, the skin around them sensitive, and all in all, I was exhausted. As I turned to leave Socci reminded me not to get wet for 24 hours (a real problem as I had blood in my hair from the morning accident). She told me not to even work out. (I forced myself to mince out to the car rather than run and risk working up a sweat)

I got home and strolled to the mirror. I turned and saw myself for the first time. I was.......amazed! This new me was so different, so new, so improved, I had long lashes!!!!!!

Since my transformation, I have looked at the world through new (longer lashed) eyes. The lashes have done all they promised and more. I am now a "sassy" confident new person who will certainly be writing testimonials about the power of eyelash extensions!

I got some new eyelashes today, I will tell you the story sometime.

I have now rested in my chair for some 30 minutes to regain composure and returned to the bathroom to clean myself up. I took wet paper towels and patted all the blood out of my hair, or more realistically, smudged it around a bit.  I look a bit scary which is a real shame because I took great pains with my appearance today (meeting with a proff, you know, got to look proffesional). I tried to lightly lay the hair over the ravaged scalp but worry that people will wonder what is in my hair and why it looks so sticky and greasy in the front. I wonder if I should go home?

Additionally, I wonder why no one is in to work this morning.

On the whole though I think I may be quite recovered. And on the bright side, I will wash my hair tonight and it will be ultra fresh looking tomorrow.

Betsy

The day my head poured blood

Today I went to work. this may not seem particularly significant, but it is. I have been absent for two weeks, holidaying in England. Upon my return, I had alot of things to do. I started out by filing through my email, organizing everything there. Then I really got down to work. I started to sort out a very large kiln that we recently purchased. I was leaning over to see why the stand was rocking when I stood up and smacked my head on the door. I nearly fell to the floor with surprise, and yes, pain. For a minute, I was positive I was going to lose my memory. Swimming in a sea of pain, I repeated to myself my name, age, location, date of birth, relatives, favorite shoes, phone number, weekend plans. Etc. I was immensely relieved to see I seemed to know the answers to them all. (I have once seen a movie where a lady struck her head on a cabinet door and lost her memory from the present back to age 16, she was married and did not even remember!) My fingers flew to my scalp, clutching it in pain, at the same time, feeling about for any wetness (blood). My fingers came away clean. Standing up, I pondered the next danger-a concussion. I have never played sports, but I have seen sporty people getting concussions on TV. I did not know how it would feel, but I guessed that it would be a dizzying sort of feeling, where you saw double images, and then felt suddenly like gelatin, followed by a complete collapse. So i squinted my eyes, both seemed to work OK, and teetered over to the counter to catch my breath. (I had not collapsed yet). I decided the concussion was over, and walked to the bathroom.

By this time, I felt survival was highly realistic and felt my hopes sail upward. I even managed to gracefully nod to a passing proffessor. Once in the bathroom, I surveyed the damage. I set to perusing my head for any visible sign of contact with a heavy metal kiln door. To my horror, I saw red. (a bit disconcerting to see red on your head when you are a brunette). Feeling a swoon coming on, I clawed at the sink for something to hold. (i have never been able to abide the sight of blood.) I steadied myself somewhat brusqely, and searched the rest of my scalp. It seemed to be coming from just one general area. I gazed about the bathroom and was dismayed to see the walls wobble. Oh no, I thought, perhaps the concussion is coming. I staggered down the hall, feeling a bit breathless, and sat in my chair. I decided to type up this post in the event that someone found me passed out on the floor and wondered what happened.

(Just in case you did not quite get it, there was a stream of real blood pouring from the middle of my scalp, head wounds bleed quite a bit!)

The letters kept bouncing around the screen and I felt strangely empty inside (though that could be from lack of sustenance-I am on a wierd eating schedule from my vacation) and I was in quite a fright until I realized a something, a crucial bit of information. Blood makes me faint. It was not the hit, but the sight, even mere thought of blood that was causing me these optical problems. My vision straightened up immediately and I calmed quite down.

I now have a devilishly bad headache and am going to head back to the bathroom to recheck out the damage and clean up a bit.

So there is my return to work, not one hour into the morning and I have had anear fatal accident. I had better get back into productivity as there is much to be accomplished today and I do so hope to leave in time to attend a belly dancing class this evening.

Until later,
B.