Today was a terribly long day for me. My first stop was just great. The woman whom I had approached about cutting my hair was even more lovely and encouraging than when I met her.
I actually was $2 short in my budget for the hair cut, and that was not including the tip. But before I left I received a treat from my Aunt that fully paid for my haircut. That also meant that I got to pick up leave-in conditioner with my hair cut and some toothpaste when I fetched my prescription.
She also tapered the hair by my face so that she could blend in the bangs that I had cut last week (or so). That way, it is not such a strange look to have long hair and short bangs! Those pieces were rather long locks falling to the floor, but I managed not to panic at that part.
I don't know how to take a photo of the back of my hair and I am not sure it is all that necessary. Really, what I got was what I wanted. When I looked in the mirror, I was so thankful for someone who could do what I wanted on my hair. This is the first time that I ever had someone cut my hair the way that I wanted it done rather than his or her idea of how it should be done. I've always had to compromise some. And even if I liked the end result, it wasn't what I wanted. I always told myself that what I wanted wasn't important. But it is.
The bonus was what I hoped for: lighter hair. I can tell a difference in weight from having layers. And I am hoping having lighter hair will help with the pain in my head and the pain on my head.
The fun part of my day was that I got compliments on my hair at my eye appointment and when I went to have more x-rays. That was nice. Really, really, really nice.
When I went to get the prescription, it was run wrongly ... through my insurance instead of GoodRX. It's a ~$7 difference, so they did re-run the prescription. But that meant waiting and waiting and waiting. After I had already waited and waited and waited at my eye appointment.
The ophthalmologist was rather kind about re-doing the exam and was able to make some tweaks to my prescription. The fitting ladies were patient with my having to start all over on the frame search, since the non-nose-pad frames simply wouldn't stay on my face. I had less options, but we found one that was close to the ones I had originally picked out. And we managed to find some really cool old fashioned frames (gold toned with tortoise shell on the sides) that still gave the fun sun-glasses look that I was wanting to have.
The frames were both less, but the lenses increased in price. I think I should be getting $41 back, but I think that I will get $18 back. I do not know because they kept getting so confused with the transaction that they asked me to do it when my glasses were ready. I hope that is before my budget cycles so I can officially be within budget!
The ophthalmologist talked with me about the dryness in my eyes from the Sjogren's. It really STINKS. They hurt all the time, and they feel as if I have something in them, like an eyelash. I told him about the Systane Balance eyedrops. I was using them twice a day, he said to use them as much as needed, even if that was six times a day. I think my vision is better with them, so I thought that was good news. He said they were not addicting and none of the ingredients would not build up in my eyes.
He also gave me gel drops to try and talked about trying straight gel at night. I ordered that when I got home and am looking forward to trying the gel on Friday. I am weary of dry and painful eyes. Very weary.
I had to wait more at the lab for the x-rays. My GP is pretty awesome because, after lying in bed and thinking that we only had the right side of my pelvis imaged, I messaged and ask if we could have the left side imaged, the whole pelvis since I would bet really good money that my left SI joint is also arthritic. If it is, then I think that would inform whatever PT plan I'm given. And if not, and yet it hurts all the way across my pelvis in my lower back, then I am thinking that will also inform whatever PT plan I'm given. She agreed and sent orders for more x-rays to the lab.
I dragged my weary self over there tonight because I wanted the report ready for my PT appointment on Friday. As I said, there was a wait. There was a man there getting blood work done for two of his charges, both of whom were mentally challenged. One of them wanted to talk to me, the social oaf, about his hospital stay. At first, I thought that it was sad that he was clearly wanting to share that medical experience. Then I thought it was sad that he and I were the same. And then I was jealous that he had someone there with him, even though it was clearly a paid service. SIGH.
I stopped at Panera on the way home since the manager said I could have a free meal to make up for the one last week that I took home and found rotten avocados. When I spoke with the manager, he tried to tell me the avocados were merely browned from the air. So, I showed him the photos I took. And he grew quiet.
Not wanting to risk more black avocados (that was my third rotten avocado experience), I tried the Thai wonton broth bowl. Frankly, I thought it was stellar, but, oh, my are those broth bowls expensive (even as a free dish!). I got a sandwich, too. And a cinnamon scone. Mmmmm. Cinnamon scones!
By the time I got home, I was too weary to eat almost. I held Amos (he demands that before anything else), let him outside, fed him, and spent some more time holding him on the sofa before trying the broth bowl. I do wonder, though, if a broth is full of vegetables and stuffed wantons, how is it not a soup??
I swear Amos said he liked my hair cut, but maybe I am imaging things....
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