Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Not Just Another Haircut

Not Just Another Haircut
Before going to bed one night I decided that I would get my haircut (trimmed) the next day. Being one who pinches my pennies coupled with being on vacation from work, I knew I could compare prices in the morning. After processing this along with the enormous amount of new information a friend had introduced me to that and was researching and praying about, I was overtired and I went to bed earlier than normal.  
Waking up in the usual crazy confusion but like a robot headed for the shower. I remembered not to wash my hair and eventually remembered that I needed to compare prices and get my hair cut. Hair cut-- that’s why I did not wash my hair!!!  Soon I was on my way to check prices and get my hair trimmed. I emphasize trimmed because one time I went to get my hair trimmed and ended up with hair shorter than one of my nephews!  After comparing prices I was headed to Tony & Guy Academy. While waiting, thinking it was the 4th of July I was frantically texting friends about plans. I had a new appointment and I hadn’t heard anything about the 4th! As I sit there internally panicking, another customer enters. She glances at my chair, says “Hi” and we started talking. I think we know some of the same people and she is from the town of my childhood!


I spent the majority of the time getting my haircut trying to find a ride as my friend who likes to talk down about my short term memory has 0 long term memory. It shouldn’t matter that it was over a month ago that he agreed to go, it was after we had split ties and I was surprised—I thought one’s word was solid. Not in his world.  Thankfully talk-to-text doesn’t always understand me and threw some funny things in my messages causing silly responses from the other end. I threw out a mean comment (proof that you lie), and he threw out “Proof that you are mentally unstable.” Ouch! That would have hurt but he obviously forgets that I told him that! I love when this man partially educated in brain injuries feeds me my words because I first told him those exact words/. In the meantime, my student hairdresser had incredible patience! He told me about his time in Iraq, his injuries, and how he handles the results.  Surprisingly, the friend I had just made and I got done at the same time and we were able to re-connect (Jennifer I think you may know her) before parting.  Arriving home I was met by a friend who had just gotten off work. I explained my morning and was shaking, crying (inside) and wasn’t sure why I had allowed this to get to me.


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