
Having been totally pre-occupied with moving house, I haven't had my hair cut for some months now. With no mirrors yet in our house, it wasn't until my husband hung a full length mirror in the bedroom yesterday; that I got a shock seeing what I look like. My thick hair had grown into a bush, resembling someone who had been pulled through a hedge backwards. I immediately phoned our hairdresser, and thankfully he managed to fit me in. Having my hair washed at the hairdresser is so much more comfortable than me struggling at home. To hold my arms up and effectively wash my hair and rinse out thoroughly the shampoo and conditioner is hard to do, and much easier with someone's assistance. I have little strength in my arms and hands and even my fingers are swollen and painful. Any way enough of me griping, it's not in my nature; I have much to be grateful for and refuse to let ill health get the better of me, and will continue to maintain a positive attitude.
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