Its just past two in the morning. I’ve just finished vacuuming our room. Why am I doing this at two in the morning? Great question. Especially since one of Dr. K’s suggestions was to get to sleep before 11. Which is a little unrealistic for a 23-year-old if you ask me.
I probably should already be asleep. But I slept on and off all day today since R.J uncharacteristically jumped out of bed at 8:30 in the morning (to play the new Bioshock game, which he already finished,) and I didn’t have my usually Saturday morning ritual of waking up, walking Happy, and taking another 2 hour nap before he even gets out of bed.
I went with my mom to Delray so we could walk around the farmers market–and so that I could go with her to get an adjustment. She sometime sees a cousin of Alan’s who has a really gorgeous office in what used to be a Balanesian Spa. It’s got a lot of foliage.
My chiropractor was on a ski trip this week and I can’t wait till he’s back in the office on Monday so I can get re-adjusted.
I was not feeling the zen buddha vibe this week though. My symptoms just went haywire between my stomach, chest pain, still having that feeling-like-I’m-swallowing-but-nothing-is-going-down feeling, my face breaking out like I’m 13-years-old (ha ha, just kidding, I didn’t break out as a teenager–I’ve had clear skin almost all my life–don’t you hate girls like me? So lucky.) Oh, and every time I open my mouth after having it closed for more than five minutes–my lips crack and start to bleed. We though that it was a vitamin B deficiency, but I’ve been getting it in my IV consistently, and that’s not helping.
So there’s that.
I can’t give you an explanation for any of these symptoms and I have absolutely no idea how to fix them.
I missed two sessions of cardiac rehab this week. And half my groceries spoiled because I had to go back on the bland diet.
Then this afternoon I took R.J to Supercuts so he could get his hair cut. And I thought: what the hell, why don’t I just get a $15 haircut too? If you’re ever arguing this logic in your head, do me a favor–and smack yourself. Why don’t you get a $15 haircut? Because your hair is going to look like you got it cut for $15.
Oh lord, my hair right now. I can’t even.
So I came in with straightened hair, and she just sprayed it to wet it down. I just asked for a 1inch trim and for her to thin it out. Well, she cut one side, and then matched the length of the other side to the wet-but-drying side’s length. My hair ended up two different lengths on either side and I had to have her redo it, and then redo it again and one more time! Now my hair is about three inches shorter than I wanted it, and I don’t know how she managed it, but the actual texture of my hair feels like I got my ponytail wrapped around some faulty electrical wiring.
Thankfully my hair grows back quickly. Thankfully my hair is still long enough to hide in a bun. Thankfully I still have hair to screw up.
Remember: The only thing stupider than a $15 hair cut, is to cry over a $15 hair cut.
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