I now have one big hairy eyebrow going ear-to-ear across my face a’la Bert from Sesame Street. (I used to have two, but I do manage to wax the top one.)
Due to a wildly erratic heart combined with sporadic breathing, I have no energy for my usual routine to keep myself presentable to the outside world – which is fine because I seldom go outside. So here I sit, 2 1/2 months off work, with at least another month ahead of me. Sporting a unibrow, long pants in the heat of summer to cover the dreadlocks sprouting on my legs, and t-shirts because if I go sleeveless I appear to have a family of gerbils nesting under my arms.
I have pointed out to my hubs the money he has saved on hair products and makeup alone should help counter balance our loss of income, but I think he has trouble taking me seriously with my new ‘squatch look. (I have to be a ‘squatch because I’m too tall to be a Hobbit!)