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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