Today was the first day out in public. I had to get my hair washed after 11 days.
We've stared at my bathroom for ages trying to figure out an execution. My heavy, thick and long locks make for a very precarious situation. Just showering, I have to waddle all the way next door where they have a stand up shower (where the lip of the shower isn't as big as a tub), put a chair in there, very carefully make my way on to the chair and then rewind out of there. I also get really dizzy when I'm upright for too long.
So, I made an appointment at dry bar. The only place that can handle my loads of hair. Momma came over, made my 20 minute journey down the stairs, momma drove down the street, and we pulled up to valet. We tried to explain to the guy that we will be a few minutes. He didn't get it because there was a language barrier. Before I figured out he didn't know english, I began to feel like a mutant. I didn't catch it right away and hopped on that runaway train, wearing my XL men's boxer shorts with a shirt sans bra and my big ass brace around my hips and leg, ratty hair and crutches. He brought someone over that does know english and he understood. But it was too late. I was mortified. We went up the elevator and the doors opened up to sunshine and San Vicente Blvd. And then I muttered the words, "Oh god, I hope I don't run in to anyone here." Immediately, I moved in to observation and started laughing at myself.
Arriving to DryBar, the front desk lady was so sweet. She asked me to give her a few minutes. I eventually sat down with mom and waited patiently. Alexandra pops up out of nowhere with some crazy good bedside manners trying to figure out with me what would be the best way. And then she reassured me, "I know how you feel, I injured my hip once too." Instantly, I stopped feeling different. Ahhhhhh. Our experiences with the ER were very similar in how they want to get rid of you. While I never want to see or here of it, please, please know that if you get in to a car accident, doctors don't want you and you have to make demands. When your demands are not met, you are able to go after them legally.
While it feels like isolation, know you are not alone.