Hair and Hypochondria

My mother is a very reasonable person, but she is also odd to the point of bordering on hilarity sometimes.

Today she took my little sister for a haircut. And not only did she drag herself out of bed in the middle of being sick to do it, she also went up and washed her hair before braving icy outdoors. Her hair wasn't dirty or messy or anything, but she maintains that if the mother doesn't have absolutely perfect hair when taking her daughter in for a haircut then the stylist might think that he or she can do a half-assed job.

Too bad the woman who cut my sister's hair did a bad job anyway and my sister came home in tears, yelling at my mom for taking her to a cheap place and not being willing to shell out enough for her hair. I can understand where my sister is coming from, having been to my share of "let's do an 80's rocker fro with your curls" psycho stylists, but I can't help but wonder how many times I yelled at my mom after she went over and above in the attempt to make everything perfect for me and my haircut or spelling test or LSAT.

I think I am having a mid early-20's crisis. I feel rather melancholy.



And, even worse, my hypochondria is getting seriously out of control. Its really not hypochondria because I don't think that I actually make myself ill. But I certainly make myself think that I am sick. And not just sick...usually I am almost positive that I have contracted a terminal illness. Doesn't take a genius to guess what event this particular psychosis originated from. I have been to two different doctors in the past two weeks, and am constantly online researching my maladies. Where is Lynn when you need her? Plus today I decided that I needed some extensive blood work and now my arm is partially blue and in pain from that phlebotomist. This is it. No more witch hunts for fatal diagnoses.




"I'm looking fine in my navy blue scrubs today. C'mon people! Who wants a taste?"
-Zach Braff