Haircut

Got a haircut today. Finally! What little I have left — after all the stress at work and the stress of the recent back pain — was getting pretty long and goofy-looking unless it was wet and slicked back. Anyway, I was sitting there in my chair getting my hair cut by the same middle aged woman who cut it last time. I had my head down as I usually do — because I’m tall and have a big head and the person cutting my hair is not always tall enough. Maybe that’s not really necessary. I don’t know, but I keep my head down, anyway. Always good advice.

Anyway, this guy comes through the door and is talking to the other hair cutter. I can’t see him. He’s getting real specific about what he wants done. He seems to know all the terminology. He’s talking about using a #1 in back, and a #2 here, fading here, feathering here (I thought that went out with the 70’s), and a couple other terms I’ve now forgotten. I’m thinking this guy is really into his hair. If I had hair, I might be into mine, too, so I wasn’t really holding it against him. I had simply told my “stylist” to take a couple inches off the back and keep it short around the ear and keep it above the ear. I was initially given a choice of a #8 blade (or whatever) as their records showed I had done before, or scissors as I’d had the last time. I said last time was good, so she used scissors. If it was up to me, I’d just buy a “Flowbee” and cut my own hair, but Tara won’t let me.

Where was I? Oh yeah, the guy with the terminology. So, I’m sitting there thinking he must have some really great hair. By the time I was finally pointed in his direction and I could lift my head to see him, I was shocked. The guy had no hair. Or, at least, there were no hairs more than a quarter inch long. He looked like Curly from the Three Stooges.

I just thought that was funny. Kind of an anti-climactic story, eh? Sorry. I’ll try to do better.

I was going to mention the mouse we had in the house, but Tara already has on her blog, here: tarasfavorites.blogspot.com/2009/06/crisis-of-conscience.html

Epidural steroid injection

Well, I finally had my epidural steroid injection that I seem to need every 3 or 4 years for my bulging/ruptured/herniated disc (between L4 and L5, for you medics out there). I just got the shot yesterday at the Pain Management Group in Antioch. I’m already feeling better, although they say officially that the steroids won’t kick in for 3-4 days.

The procedure only takes five minutes, but it’s always worked for me, luckily, so I’m not going to question it. The shot itself (actually two or three, but those first two might have been the numbing pain meds), hurt like a son of a bitch. Pardon my language, but that’s the best way to explain it. It’s a creepy feeling as the liquid works its way down to your toes (at least that’s what it felt like), because you instinctively know that you shouldn’t be feeling anything crawling around inside you that close to the spinal cord.

Anyway, hopefully I’ll be good as new in a couple days. For one, I need to finish my backyard fence. While I’ve been incapacitated, the neighbor had some professionals put up a fence in three days: one to plant the posts, one for the posts to set, and one to put up the rest of fence. My wife, Tara, asked jokingly, “Why can’t you do it that fast?” Naturally, I told her to bite me. 🙂

I’ve also got to try and salvage my vegatable garden that’s been taken over by grass in my absence. I also wanted to plant a lot more plants, but now I don’t know if I can find them at the store.

And last but not least, I’d like to stop taking these painkillers, hydrocodone and cyclobenzaprine, before I get addicted. Besides, they make me kind of stupid and lazy; and it came at the worst time for work because they want me upgrade a crucial system before the end of the month, and I’m way behind schedule because of the back problems and the drugs.

Image courtesy of discspine.com