we ever want to see her face again I guess we"ll have to put a picture
on the back of it.
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I'm sitting here in the doctor's waiting room with J, because now he is the one who's sick (stealing my thunder, he is) and one of the front desk staff is complaining about calling some office and getting a message that says "our office opens at 8:30."
"Come on, " she said, "it's 8:29!"
Um, lady? do you want to know how many times I have called YOU at 8:05 and later, only to hear YOUR recording that says "our office opens at 8:00?" What is that bible verse about addressing the log in your eye before the mote in someone else's eye?
In other words, the prophesy of grumpiness has come to life.
Twenty four hours ago I was in bed with a fever, body aches, and a horrible spasmodic cough that left me gasping for air like a just-caught fish, and I was praying for a quick death. I woke up this morning at 7:00 a.m. and showered, did laundry, took the kid shopping, cleaned my bathroom, did more laundry, cooked supper, did more laundry, cleaned my bedroom, and had to stop myself from cleaning the kitchen because I was feeling a little dizzy. How did this happen? Part of it was a pretty heavy duty antibiotic. But I suspect a big part of it was my old friend methylprednisone, which I last met in injectible form with a slightly different name.
When the doctor (not Dr New and Improved, or even Dr Sparkle, but Dr Take Your Best Shot at the Random Walkin Clinic, who turned out to be surprisingly nice and diligent) said he was going to prescribe a pill version of that particular steroid, I was a bit concerned. When J brought it back from the pharmacist and said "Heather said you'll probably have the same sleep issues, and it also tends to make people a little grumpy" it didn't make me feel any better. But still, you know, praying for death and all that. It seemed like a decent alternative.
Who knows if I'll sleep tonight. But if I could manage to get my hands on this stuff, maybe one week a month? My whole damn house would finally be clean.
(Also? Am I the only person who has to decide whether or not to call in sick before I put on makeup? Because once I've gone that far, I'm not going to waste it - I'm going to work.)
(Also also? Does anyone else feel like you need to do something productive while you're home sick? Or am I the only who says "As soon as the dizziness stops, I'm going to vacuum the living room." Why do we feel that way?)
So, this year it's getting a little tricky. Her wish list (which she has not even mentioned sending to Santa) only had four items. One is The Big Gift so Santa won't bring it. One is This Year's Hot Toy which Santa could bring, because it was cheap (as long as you were lucky enough to find it at Walmart instead of buying it on eBay). One I haven't been able to get, because I can only buy it in person in The Big Town and I never seem to get to The Big Town without Boo, so buying it has been impossible. And one, I can't even remember what it was, but she said it was an alternate gift, if I couldn't find This Year's Hot Toy. So our options are:
(See? Santa doesn't wrap. Goodness, look at the hair. And all those pink gifts.)
On a related note, a friend told me her kids are in some kind of activity that includes a lot of homeschooled children as well, and most (all?) of them do not believe in Santa Claus. Their parents say that if you tell them Santa is real and then tell them he isn't, why are they going to believe you when you tell them Jesus is real? Interesting. I never looked at it that way.
When I was going to Evil Genius, my hair looked like this. Medium auburn, not-too-obvious highlights. Good stuff.
When she left, I started seeing the Means Well stylist. Means Well had worked in the Evil Genius's salon, and I had high hopes. The first time I saw her, I told her I needed my hair to be at least shoulder length when curly. I ended up with hair that was barely shoulder length when straight. Which meant it was chin-length when curly. Whoops. I kept going to her for a couple of years, even though I never got exactly what I wanted. The last time I saw her, I told her my highlights were getting out of control, and she said "let's give you some lowlights for winter, and then you can be lighter again for the summer." And this is what I ended up with.
So I just laid low and did nothing for a while. I tried using color enhancing shampoo to tone it down a bit, but by April I was fed up and had to do something (I had noticeable dark roots and also had resorted to cutting my own bangs, which is a Bad Thing). I decided I was tired of paying $100+ and not getting what I wanted, and if my hair was going to be a crap shoot, it may as well be cheap, right? So I went to a local cosmetology class and put myself in Snazzy Boy's hands. "Help me!" I said. And he did. I ended up (4 hours later, I kid you not) with this. The highlights/lowlights were a big less subtle than I prefer, but I still liked it. And it was a huge improvement over the blonde mess I walked in with. And cheap! Snazzy Boy was my hero.
By my third visit to Snazzy Boy, I had decided the highlights/lowlights were too complicated. I told him I wanted to go back to my base color with subtle highlights. I showed him this picture, from my Evil Genius days, and said "I want to look like this."
Anyway, I called Snazzy Boy the next day and said "OMG, so dark, so wrong, can't live with it" and he rearranged his schedule so I could come back in and get it fixed - but not for four days. Four long, dark days. "Since you said shampooing would fade it," I asked innocently, "what if I use a clarifying shampoo just to speed that along?" No, don't do that - it will fade the toner and just leave that red color you don't like. Oops. It was actually darker than his picture, and the iPhone can't really show you the horror of that burgundy color.
When I arrived, Snazzy Boy and his instructor said "It looks great, maybe you're just not used to it." I said no, I'm used to the darkness by now, but it's the red/wine/burgundy that's bothering me. I know it looks better in here, but it looked better in here last week too. The lights in here just don't show it. So we went outside into natural light and yes, they saw it. We discussed several options and the best solution was to use this horribly noxious color corrector to suck the color out. OMG, that's some nasty stuff. But the result was good. Not exactly what I wanted - still dark, still an almost unnatural red - but I knew it would soon fade to the right color. Again, it was darker and redder than this photo.