Just Another Day

I went for that x-ray thingy this morning, which was no big deal at all except that the troubles were keeping me busy (and in some pain) during the whole time, too. But they were incredibly nice at the radiology place, and understanding and all, and I thought very efficient, too. But by the time I got home I was very wiped out and uncomfortable, and after I ate and took my pills, I pretty much just crashed for awhile.

But I was determined to go get that haircut, and when I cracked an eye open at about 1.30, I decided it was the latest I could get up and still go, so I got up. Sleep, even for a bit, is usually helpful, so I was able to manage a shower and another sandwich before heading out. So far, I've only driven here in town, but the salon I go to is a good 20 minutes away, so it was my first adventure far afield for some time. I originally had a 4.30 appointment, but I was reluctant to drive home in the dark, and was able to get it changed to 3.00.

So my hair is cute, and I had a nice visit with Ray, who cuts my hair, and told him about my condition and so on. Ray was once very close to finishing a nursing degree before he accepted that he was good at hair and could make a living at it, so he has a good medical background knowledge, and knows what intelligent questions to ask. I'm very fond of him in general; he's been doing my hair since the brain tumor, so that's about 16 years. (And the girls go to him too, and the Hubs did for years, before he went back to a regular barbershop.)

And then I even had the stamina to do one or two little things on my way home, like go to the bank and pick up the repaired tire that the Hubs dropped off last week after my colonoscopy; we just haven't had a chance to pick it up til now. And K and I went to the deli for dinner, and I got some very nice roast chicken, nothing too heavy or spicy, and made a baked potato with it. Like a lot of ordinary food I've started eating again, the baked potato felt like I was eating the nectar of the gods. I hope it doesn't turn out to be like the worst thing I could eat. I did order a book on eating right for inflammatory bowel disease, which arrived just before, so I'll give that a look over as soon as I post. Which is now.

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