Wet Lettuce

So, it's Monday, it's a national holiday and here I am, trapped at home.  I deliberately slept late, rose at 7.45am, checked emails and browsed on line until 9, then worked out for 90 minutes before hitting the shower.  I then spent the day watching snippets of TV, listening to my iPod and sorting my bedroom drawers, the day has dragged like you would not believe. 

Dear brother-in-law will be over later, after work to fit the new battery, then hopefully, I'll have transport to get me to work in the morning.

By 8pm , I have a working car, poor BIL has had a bad day at work and he's still trekked out to save my car ready for tomorrow.  I didn't sleep great and woke in a lather of sweat, not sure why.

Anyhoo, I had a totally selfish panic this morning.  I've never had exceptionally long eyelashes but they've always been long-ish, and healthy.  For the last couple of weeks, I've noticed they were looking a little stubby and sparse, but yesterday, as I wasn't going out at all, I didn't put on any mascara.  One glimpse in the mirror early evening and I thought I looked different.  It turned out that I'm either stubby and sparse, or totally bald in the eyelash department.  Of course, I googled to find out what causes excessive eyelash loss, but it wasn't that I'm not healthy, unless it's my thyroid. 

I've recently changed to waterproof mascara, so unless I'm scrubbing a little too hard in the shower every evening, I'm not sure what's causing it.  I've invested in Cargo Lashactivator, which I used years ago and thought worked wonders, and is now on special offer, so I'll let you know how they recover.

Oh, the selfish part came when I told myself that women with alopecia or going through chemo lose eyelashes all the time and just get on with it, I guess I didn't realise how attached to mine I was.

My guru friend in work, Debbie, listened intently to my eyelash story, then through her arms up in disbelief at my scrubbing in the shower, then ordered me to buy some eye-makeup remover, or at the very least... baby oil.  Consider myself told off.

It's now Friday, and it's been a strange week, the week itself has flown by, but each day managed somehow to drag beyond unspeakable lengths.  Every night this week, I have done leg lifts on the floor, to the North, South, East and West and every point on the compass in between.  I kid you not, that my work pants and jeans are now loose, in the bootious maximus area. 

I even got a compliment in work this week.  I finally wore my Gap, January sales pants this week, in the form of the slim fitting "Modern Boot."  I got a; "you look smaller in those pants Jack, you should wear them more often, correction... you should wear clothes that fit more often!"   Well, we both know that I prefer loose fitting clothes but yes, wearing pants that fit, I probably did look at least two sizes smaller.

I am still tidy, can you believe it?  We both know the switch that's been flipped but regardless of what flipped it... can you believe that I'm tidy?  I want you to fly over, right now, just to see it!

Anyway, I slept well, with the aid of a sleeping tablet, I jogged for 50 minutes... should have been an hour but I was jogging like a wet lettuce in a downpour, and so decided to halt after the 50 to save myself from embarrassment. 

I headed out for coffee, after being held captive on Sunday and Monday by my car, it would have been perfect, had I remembered any bracelet (which I only wear at the weekend,) and my Pandora, which I always wear on my days off, but I was already in the car, on my way when I realised something was missing... this is what you get when you tidy up... memory loss.

Anyway, I had a short lived coffee, my mind wouldn't settle, I had ants in my pants and I needed to get on and get home to do stuff! 

And stuff I did, I did my chores and shopped and recycled then got home to start work on the box room, (this will take quite a while, I'm just warning you...) I washed, ironed, shredded, not the Jillian Michaels 30 day variety but the personal document kind that, if you don't shred, can fall into the wrong hands. 

I did jobs all day then put on Sex and The City, the film, the first one, made me miss our girls even more, but I know that you're all out there, and everyone is just busy.

Anyway, regardless of that... not that I'm having a crisis of any kind, but I took the scissors to my head.  I know, I know... Louise, my hairdresser will kill me, but I always confess and smile sweetly, so she can't possibly hate me, and yes, she does, always forgive me and plus... I know that she'll fix it.  It was driving me insane and I can't afford to visit Louise before next payday and so... the scissors were wielded.  So shoot me, I just couldn't last another three weeks.

And so, the sands of Friday are running out.  I'm aiming for an early night, then I'll... hopefully rise to jog, like there is no tomorrow.