Stop me, fellow MSers, if you’ve lived this one. I’m tearing
my freshly styled hair out!
Looking forward to an hour or so of personal pampering (as
well as a super new hairstyle), I stepped into the salon for a trim during a
break today.
In mere minutes, it
started – the dreaded M.S. migraine.
I should have seen it coming. It’s not like it’s the first
time … or the 21st time.
The bright lights, the shiny chrome and mirrors, the loud
music, the ever-ringing phones, the competing hair-care product scents, and the
scalding hot water in the shampoo bowl are surefire triggers.
And don’t get me started on the hot-air hairstyling tools or
the heavy-duty rubber styling capes.
Can you say, Uhthoff,
anyone?
Honestly, what used to be a delightful diversion can quickly
mutate into a nightmare approaching the discomfort of a dental appointment.
Still, what woman doesn’t relish a new style, even if the
process leads to her wearing dark sunglasses for the rest of the day?
So, I’m staying home tonight – on a Friday night. I hope my
cat and dog like my rockin’ new hairstyle, because the rest of the world is not
gonna see it.
The other half has already crashed for the night. Nope, he didn’t
notice the new ‘do or the zoned-out eyes.
The rest of the family is out and about – and will be till I’m
racked out.
These professionally styled locks will be bed-crunched and
lifeless in the morning. But, hopefully, the migraine will be lifting by then.
Quick. I need a hug.
No, wait. M.S. is already doing that. And it’s not pretty.
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