Having resolved my hair issues post accident I retired graciously from the girly world. The advice and interpretation I received helped me through the minefield of hair care. Without my female guides I would still be trapped in the hair care aisle of Boots muttering to myself. We debated conditioner, washing regimes and care products. The correct type of brush became critical and what we don’t know about bojo and hojo berries isn’t worth knowing!
Between us we thwarted Ms Nature and slowed the hair loss. I’m not quite back to the mane I had before the accident but I’m getting there. But now I need tutoring from the world of girls again. Having grown finger nails, for the first time in nearly 40 years, I am struggling.
I have been educated in hang nails and have learnt to trim them. The later is no mean feat when your wrists don’t rotate properly. I can now pick up dropped coins with an ease that is a delight but I struggle with tiny objects. There are issues of cleaning and shape to work through of course. But the big question of the day is how do you sleep with the bloody things?
I think a lifetime of nail-biting has affected my sleep patterns. Having disarmed myself I was free to roam the bed and flail at will. Now I keep waking up scratched. I have to dress the scar on righty to stop catching it in my sleep and waking up to a bloodbath. I am now wondering whether they make adult scratch mitts, or perhaps I can gaffer tape my finger tips?