Today was hair day, and there was a two-part plan! First, it was time once again for the every eight week ritual of shampooing, hair dye, scissors, a blow out and great conversation during the session of hairdo taming and transformation. Despite lupus and the handfuls of hair in the drain after every shower, there is a lot of thick hair left for the stylist to work with, arguably a lot more even than most people without lupus.
So, because of all that over abundant hair, there is a lot to dye, cut and dry. Time in the salon usually is measured by half-days and not just a couple of hours, but always at least three hours. It takes a patient hairdresser like Rosa to handle the work diligently, especially after our recent shift to thicker oil-based hair dye. It takes longer and requires smaller sections of hair for coloring the roots properly.
Today, since it was Christmas week, the hair appointment stretched on into a visit the nail tech Stephanie. Pulling out a personal bottle of shimmering red polish from my purse, and requesting a basic manicure and polish change to replace chipping remnants of last week’s manicure, salon time extended yet another hour.
This was nice! Aching knuckles were soothed by a soak in warm water, followed by a gentle hand massage (by far, the best part of any manicure.)
Emerging from the salon into the adjacent department store, it was now time for part two! Justifying browsing through the dress section with the need to allow polish to dry and cure before driving home, then set out on foot in the opposite direction from the parking lot. A safari adventure had just begun, venturing out into the wilderness of a mall at Christmas!
There were restless natives everywhere, searching through dense racks of hanging garments Soon, the idea to finish Christmas shopping pulled me on through uncharted expanses of the wilds of sale ridden shops and kiosks. The natives scurried to and fro every direction around my path, carrying burdens and parcels to unknown destinations and homes.
Finally reaching the oasis of Macy’s department store, soon all the sought after fruits of diligent foraging were added to my sacks.
Eventually, the weight nearly exceeded the load two arms could hold, and with one sack in each hand, they were slung over each shoulder and carried the remaining part of the journey much more comfortably in double back-pack style. Lupus arthritis began to pull and weigh down each step, and soon feet were dragging along in a weary, exhausted cadence.
Oh no! The painful realization hit that my car was parked at the complete other end of the mall! A series of slow deliberate steps led all the way back to the salon and then the car. It seemed like it took forever.
Safari was over, the desired trophies all stowed in the trunk, and a weary wanderer seated safely in her little car, headed home to a waiting husband and easy chair.