OK, so my hair still looks like crap. I spent all day yesterday whinging about it and feeling sorry for myself. See, I'm going out tonight with a bunch of people I've never met (I joined a local social networking club) and the thought of new people seeing me with ugly hair made me feel icky. Then, last night, I read Hebba's post about her new physical therapy patient. It made me cry. Then I read Tabitha's post about her sister and nieces. It made me cry, too. Then I went to my friend Maithri's blog, where he's writing about his time in Swazililand and his work with AIDS patients, and I cried some more.
Then I looked in the mirror and laughed. Because I'm a moron. A big, whingey moron.
Yes, my hair looks like crap. But it will grow out soon enough. Hebba's PT patient can't bring his wife or his dog back to life. Tabitha's sister and nieces can't bring their husband and father back. Maithri can't heal most of the people with whom he'll come into contact (but he will try his damndest).
So, thank you Hebba, Tabitha, and Maithri for some much-needed perspective!
And stop laughing at my hair, damn it! ;)