Of Hair and Health
To quote the opening of my entry from Oct. 27th, 2008 at 7:13 PM, "Seven letters: I AM SICK." Once again I'm sick. It started overnight from Sunday to Monday with a dry mouth and an odd sounding voice. Then, it hit. Monday morning I went to take pictures for my sister (crap I need to get them to her) and by the time I got home around lunchtime I could not get warm for the life of me. I got really light headed and couldn't do much more than lay as horizontal as possible. I tried to get some stuff done Monday but that didn't help much at all. I ate some dinner last night and that's when all shit hit the fan. All of a sudden I went from "What the hell I can't get warm enough" to "Oh god I'm warm like hell." I had taken my temperature earlier in the day and at that time it was a little lower than the last cold I had but when I took it again when I was feeling warm it was over ninety-nine degrees. Mom said that was normal but I maintained it wasn't. Then, about an hour later I took it again and *BAM* almost one hundred one. I pulled the sickie's prerogative and claimed the couch after getting my jammies on. Fortunately, the cold meds broke the fever and by eleven or so I was back to normal. Good thing too because I had a hair appointment today.
Ah, the hair. The bane of my existence for the last few weeks has been my hair. Love it or leave it the locks on my head have left their mark all over my house. My folks don't need a shedding dog when they have me around. Now I needed a cut anyway because it was getting to that time where the curl wouldn't curl as much and locks were a bit too long. Plus, it was just before my cousin's wedding over the summer when I last got a cleanup cut. Today, at my mother's suggestion, I tried her hair guy. He's a great guy and a community staple for all the ladies in her age bracket and the people he has working for him do hair for a bunch of people we know. Anyhow, he cut my hair. Boy did he cut my hair. It's now at the top of my shoulders and I have actual bangs again. I can still put it back in a headband if I want to and I can stick it in a hair tie at the bangs for when I go swimming. But the thing is I don't need the big barrette all the time anymore and I'm not cousin it anymore. No more hair caught in the straps of my purse, computer bag, camera case, and backpack. No more hunks of hair in huge knots. No more hair all over the house. I actually picked out one of my hairs from the dustpan in the kitchen this afternoon and felt a little sad. I'll miss all the things I used to be able to wear in my hair but it's better this way.
And on a side note my car has been sucking lately. Rather my tires have been sucking lately. I think I have bad stems on my tires because the passenger side tires have been going low and flat lately. I came home from picking up a sandwich to hear my front passenger tire hissing and going low. I'm going to have to get my car to the dealer and have them check out the tires because it's not safe driving on those things if we're taking my car to Florida again. More money for me to spend. I have a dental bill I need to pay on top of this. Oy.
Ah, the hair. The bane of my existence for the last few weeks has been my hair. Love it or leave it the locks on my head have left their mark all over my house. My folks don't need a shedding dog when they have me around. Now I needed a cut anyway because it was getting to that time where the curl wouldn't curl as much and locks were a bit too long. Plus, it was just before my cousin's wedding over the summer when I last got a cleanup cut. Today, at my mother's suggestion, I tried her hair guy. He's a great guy and a community staple for all the ladies in her age bracket and the people he has working for him do hair for a bunch of people we know. Anyhow, he cut my hair. Boy did he cut my hair. It's now at the top of my shoulders and I have actual bangs again. I can still put it back in a headband if I want to and I can stick it in a hair tie at the bangs for when I go swimming. But the thing is I don't need the big barrette all the time anymore and I'm not cousin it anymore. No more hair caught in the straps of my purse, computer bag, camera case, and backpack. No more hunks of hair in huge knots. No more hair all over the house. I actually picked out one of my hairs from the dustpan in the kitchen this afternoon and felt a little sad. I'll miss all the things I used to be able to wear in my hair but it's better this way.
And on a side note my car has been sucking lately. Rather my tires have been sucking lately. I think I have bad stems on my tires because the passenger side tires have been going low and flat lately. I came home from picking up a sandwich to hear my front passenger tire hissing and going low. I'm going to have to get my car to the dealer and have them check out the tires because it's not safe driving on those things if we're taking my car to Florida again. More money for me to spend. I have a dental bill I need to pay on top of this. Oy.