One thing I forgot to mention in the video of my fourth laser hair removal appointment is that on my way out of the medical building, I ran into a long-time family friend whom I haven't seen in a long while. Someone who's known me since I came into the world. She was on her way in for an appointment so we couldn't talk long, but she asked me what I was doing there.
"I'm getting laser hair
removal," I said quite frankly, surprising myself again. Who is this person who has taken over my body and wants to tell the world?
She was interested,
not shocked or turned off. "Really? I thought of getting a No-No," she said.
When we're hirsute, I guess we forget that most women have at least some
issue with a little errant body hair somewhere, not to mention the kind that is normal and expected for all women to have. And even if they don't
experience the unique kind of emotional and physical pain of growing a
beard or a luxuriant patch of chest hair, most at least are far from
horrified by those of us who do experience it.
Something else she said was that she had a friend who had owned and run an electrolysis clinic for many years, and being ready to retire, wanted to hand it over to her. I was way too excited by this, even knowing that she had turned down the offer. A part of me would really like to work somewhere where I could meet other hirsute women all that time and hear about their lives. I fantasize about that sometimes. But I know I would not be good for business, because I could never in good conscience treat someone who had not received a proper diagnosis from a specialist first. Still, it's fun to dream.
Let's see... I was gone for a month so what else is new? I've committed to camping again this year. I wonder if the experience will be much improved by the laser treatments I've been having?