The Blurred Line

Day 38 -It's a curl thing

I was too exhausted to go to physio and also thought I was coming down with a sore throat but I now think I was just a bit dehydrated. I was just so exhausted that waking up seemed impossible to me. I know it sounds ridiculous but I genuinely think I exhausted myself to the point that getting out of bed would not have been a good thing. Anyway, mum phoned up my physios and I did feel bad but had no energy to do anything.

I slept most of the morning with various bits of equipment delivered from MedEquip – a pressure cushion for the chair, an overlay mattress for the bed (which did disturb my sleep!), a ramp and key safe for the front door and a heel protector to prevent pressure sores on my stump, which as such an ingenious idea! It gives me better protection for my stump and is quite comfy actually.

Just before 4pm Mum rushed in, "I've booked an appointment at the hairdressers but the appointment's at 4!" So we rushed out – rushed is a bit of an extreme word because I can't do anything at a fast pace. The discussion in the car revolved around how I would actually get into the hairdressers. There is one large step into the hairdressers that I had to overcome like a mini Everest. In the end, I put my foot on the top of the step and stood up on the one leg as my Dad hauled me up and in. Mum picked the wheelchair up behind me and put it inside so I could flop back in. When I saw our hairdresser, Donna (I wouldn't trust anyone else with my curls!), I said, "You look different!" in reference to her hair that had been dyed a really nice and stylish grey since I last saw her but I don't think she quite got the joke that I meant that I was now quite a bit different too.

It was so nice to get my hair washed warm, flowing, actual water and get a bit of a massage too. Donna is a really great hairdresser and it's really nice that she has a bit of a natter with you at the same time. I never have a clue what I want done with my hair except the length I vaguely want it and that I want some resemblance of layers. She always cuts it so there's curls at different lengths which I really like. Apologies for th pun at the top - it's a curl/girl thing - it's the best I could find! Anyways, I'm rambling on about very boring things – basically me and mum got our hair cut and blow dried straight and now feel like superstars.

We took the dog for a walk afterwards, which was really good and +was nice to go to somewhere so familiar, but the pavement there and back was so bumpy which meant my stump got really upset. It was not happy. Mum reckons we should name it. I reminded her that it is still part of my body and is still probably called Emily. Because I was tired and pained, I spent the evening, like most evenings nowadays, asleep but, unlike most evenings, with a great hairdo.