The past month has been an exercise in doing the basic things in order to survive. Brushing teeth, drinking some water, eating something. Walking the dogs. Doing enough laundry to get by. Beyond that, the rest hasn't mattered too much.
Everyone tells me how tired and pale I look. Normally, I just wear a little blush and lipstick in the morning. The rest is as they say...natural. That comes from years living in the mountains among a bunch of environmentalists. The other people who wear make up are the Sweet Potato Pie gals.It's a fun read if you haven't had the experience.
Each day gets a bit easier. Today was haircut day. Some forty-five minutes north to a wonderful hairdresser. I would crawl there because she is so good. She works magic!
Afterward I went to a department store to a make up line I line and had the works done.
"Your skin is dry," said the women in a distant accent.
"Yep, that's about right. Been sick a while."
"Okay then, I make you pretty."
She has her work cut out.
Some thirty minutes later, I have color! Even feel a whole lot better. Then I took myself to T.G.I.Fridays for a salad. Headache and all.
Just walking into the restaurant was an exercise in noise. Do they people believe someone can relax and eat healthy with blaring rock and roll?
"Umm, could you please turn the noise down. If you can not, I understand and I will need to leave. My head is killing me."
Five minutes later the volume is a tad lower. I eat and run. Will finish the salad later. Won't be going back to the roll and roll music any time soon.
P.S. The salad was yummy:)
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