For the past few days I’ve been wondering why my right hand is strangely sore. It feels as though it has taken part in some strenuous task, and yet, there was nothing out of the ordinary that I could recall.

I didn’t carry anything heavy or strangle someone until my hand hurt. I mean, sure I write with this hand, but I don’t write anywhere near as much as I did when I was in school, so what gives?

It wasn’t until I went to get ready in the morning that I figured out the source of the problem: the flat iron. For my birthday, my mom gave me a flat iron (which also has a locking feature to double as a curling iron….very nifty!). This device comes in pretty handy when my hair is especially unruly—which is always. Now that it’s layered, it refuses to look even remotely normal when left to its own devices. Instead, despite being freshly washed and combed, it takes on an appearance that screams “Look at me! I am unruly! Has anyone even BOTHERED to comb me?!”

While I resisted a bit and wasn’t using the iron every day, since I am quite lazy, I finally caved in. It works pretty well for keeping static electricity at bay, and also makes it look like I spent more than 2 minutes getting ready in the morning. Unfortunately though, despite my best efforts, it still only turns out decent about 40% of the time. However, at least the other 60% aren’t AS scary as they would be if no styling was attempted.

But I digress. Where was I? Oh yes, my hand.

As I was saying, the source of my hand pain is that flat iron. Since I never usually spend time on my appearance, the grasping of such a beauty device is completely foreign to my hand. I also apparently grip the appliance with a bit of force, to ensure that the iron closes firmly around my hair and straightens to the best of its abilities.

And every time I squeeze down on that iron, my hand hurts.

Posted at 1:43 PM |

Well, I wasn’t a typical little girl….didn’t really play dress up or want to wear makeup or anything. I realized even back then that it was a lot of pointless effort. So I didn’t learn about the pain…oh unless you count that inflicted by my mom when she’d try to get us ready for a special occasion—sleeping on foam curlers, pulling our hair to remove said curlers, accidentally burning us with the curling iron….oh my goodness, this sounds awful! I guess I do know about pain, but I still don’t appreciate it. :)

2 | Posted by: Jennifer on December 24, 2004 @ 11:35 AM