The happy teal/blue hairs...
Husband is happy that I'm happy and doing what I want to, and all is well.
It reminds me of this song...
It's all pow, and fabulous! Seeing it in the mirror makes me outrageously smiley.
A very conservative looking woman in the shop watched most of the end of the process, when the crazy blue/teal dye was added, with a look of what appeared to mixed consternation and horror.
After it was done she came to the front while I was paying with the rest of the ladies to have a look... and she told me she really liked it and "I wish I had the balls" in a whisper. LOL
I made her feel better by explaining that I don't have a job/rules to follow.
We went to dinner with friends... steak and double steamed veg. You know, broccoli, carrots, and summer squash.
You would think that a "Steak" restaurant would know how to treat a piece of meat better than that... *sigh*. They totally failed. But I ate a good bit of it, and all the pile of veg. Those were actually good... they were GARLICKY, with real chopped garlic. And garlic makes me happy.
Husband is getting worried about my "cooties". Aka the reactive state that my skin is currently in due to one of two possible medications. Since when is a face and chest full of hivey micro-pustules not sexy? Zyrtec isn't touching the "itchy" portion of the program so I'm mixing it with Zantac (Yes, I know that Zantac is labeled for acid reflux, but it's the same family of drugs as Zyrtec and it actually works well as a booster... family pharmacists are awesome).
If drug A is the cause of the problem, then it's not really a problem at all... the symptoms should begin to fade soon and I'll know that I need to avoid it in the future. My reactions tend to escalate with each interaction with an offending substance.
But, if drug B is the cause... stop the f*king presses. This is the medication that allows me to function every day as if I'm a somewhat "normal" person. Without it I'm screwed, really f*king screwed... my brain pressure rises until I can't walk much or speak normally or remember much of shit. I essentially become a sort of stroke victim. If I can't take this med the doctors will probably want to crack my head open like a coconut (not really, they JUST drill holes) and install a shunt type appliance that has a miserable fail/revision rate... No... just NO! If they tell me that I have to stop this medication I'll feel the need to kick a doctor right square in the balls.
Tonight, however, I need to sleep... and Benedryl are cute and bright pink like adorbs little candies, so I think I'll have some of those too.
**Did you see how I took the cute little, innocent, Benedryl instead if the *magic tylenol (aka controlled substance). I'm being good. Very good. Gay Panda's Resolve fairy has come to visit me instead of going to that awful Wisconsin I suppose.