So just days before I left on my trip, the worst of all disasters occurred: I broke a nail.
I don’t usually care about all that. Writing involves typing, and short nails are typically good. But I was going to present, and I like to use my hands a lot, so they had to look good.
This is what I found out: they actually grind some of your nail off to make the nail stick better. Ugh. And the nails are quite thick, so that anything I might think of trying to do with my nails, like picking up tiny beads, I couldn’t do. And though I kept them relatively short, they did get in the way of my typing.
Taking them off was an epic ordeal. And once they were off, the fields of my nail beds had become a wasteland. It’s going to take months to grow them out.
So, acrylic nails, never again. And now, a few months to my normal nails, and this time I’ll keep up a regimen of nail strengthening polish for a month before any public appearances with my hands.