I have not been outside this house in nearly a month – June 24th. With the heat and my long attack, I’ve stayed indoors. I feel like a hermit or recluse! I’ve seen many people, and I’ve kept busy, but the people came to me, and my busyness involved trivial matters. Every time I had planned to go somewhere, I never did, due again to my troubles. I knew the heat would floor me for several days, and I didn’t want to be so helpless. While I had stomach issues, I feared I would get sick while away from home – no, thank you. But all of that is changing.
Today I’m venturing out! I made a hairdresser’s appointment, and I’m keeping it. I’ve been fine since Sunday, the weather is cooperating, and I need to escape. At first, I really didn’t mind being inside all the time – I was cool, rested, and able to get around. As time went on, though, I got restless. During the stomach issues time, I really was too sick to think about it, but as I recovered, I got antsy. There was no place I really wanted to go, and I had nothing to accomplish, but I didn’t like the role of ‘shut-in.’ Instead of feeling a sense of recuperation, I felt disgruntled that life was passing me by.
So, even though the hair salon is just ten minutes away, it feels like a road trip to me. My stylist wants to work on me while I sit in my larger wheelchair. I’m raised pretty high when I use the cushion, so she’ll be able to work without having to bend over. She can wheel me around to the shampoo station, or even to the door of the powder room. I plan to get out of the chair and into the washing chair – I can’t figure a way to be bent back safely in the wheelchair. I’m not a complete invalid – I can still walk, -- but why tire myself out when I have this assistive device?
I think my two boys will be here tonight, so I’ll be in better shape when they arrive. Dinner is started in the slow cooker – beef bourguignon – so I have nothing to do except to serve it. Instead of being tired, I’ll have energy, even after a hair appointment. I’m glad my stylist thought of this, and I’m grateful that she’s thinks of her clients as real people. I’ll let you know how it works out.
I’m getting out! Hooray!