Saturday (02/23) I had my hair cut at one of those training academies. My optometrist’s daughter is going to school there so she cut my hair. I went a bit too short – I had about 5-6 inches taken off and now my hair is flipping out instead of under like I prefer. That always happens when it just hits my shoulders, so that’s going to be annoying for a few months until it grows another inch or so. It is nice not having to deal with all the tangling, though, because it was just too long and I kept putting off getting it cut because I’m never happy with the end result. No matter how I explain it, they can never quite get it how I want. Maybe I am unreasonable. But it’s even, and now that it’s shorter I can get away with not blow drying it every day and it looks ok. It even looked ok today without having to wash it, so that’s a bonus, especially because it got washed three times on Saturday. I washed it before my appointment not knowing they have to wash and condition it before the cut as part of their training. Then later that day I washed it again because my head always feels itchy after a cut. So now my poor scalp is a bit dry. I’m glad I didn’t have to wash it this morning as to give it a little break.
Sunday (02/24) we went to a matinee showing of Happy Death Day 2U which was… interesting. It was a bit hard to follow and had some plot holes (what movie doesn’t?), so I think I preferred the simplicity of the original, but the sequel wasn’t bad either. It’s definitely one that makes more sense if you see the original first, though.
This morning I had an ultrasound of my gallbladder, etc. and what a frickin shit show that turned into!
I arrived 15 minutes early per their directions and was told the tech was running late and wouldn’t be in until 9:30 am. So I opted to go home and come back since it’s less than 10 minutes from the house. When they called a bit later to tell me she will definitely be in at 9:30, I should have been more skeptical because the story was she locked her keys in her car and would be leaving her house at 9:15 am. Considering it wasn’t even 9 am when they called to relay this info, that meant she THOUGHT she’d be done at that time. Because if she already had her keys why wouldn’t she had already left her house? So I arrived at 9:35 am and could tell by the call I overheard that she still hadn’t left her house. What kind of rude ass bitch waits until AFTER the time she’s supposed to be at work, a place that has patients waiting for you according to a schedule, to call and give an update?
I was about to go off on them and cancel my appointment but somehow they were able to have a different tech do the procedure. Which was painful, by the way. And isn’t supposed to be according to the woman. So either it hurt because of my fibro, or I’ve got tumors all over me or something. She did say I was very gassy. Maybe that’s because even though I didn’t eat per their instructions, I wasn’t told what kind of food to eat at dinner which would have helped things (non-fat per my cousin who has had the procedure before). Also, I was told not to drink either and that was incorrect. Drinking water could have aided in my food digesting better and having less gas. So note to self – research the proper way to prepare for the procedure since these people don’t know how to communicate effectively. Ugh! Just glad that is over. I cleaned the upstairs between my two trips there so now I can spend the rest of the day relaxing if I so choose.