My husband just mentioned that I seem to struggle with life. A very astute observation on his part.(and apparently I need to fix my time/date stamp on Twitter, as I most certainly did NOT post that at 12:08 am on March 6th, it was more like 7:08 pm on March 5th!!)
— Gigi (@gigirambles) March 6, 2013
As a man, he has NO idea what I struggle with on a daily basis. But he gets points for recognizing that I DO seem to have an inordinate amount of issues.
This particular tweet stemmed from me bemoaning the fact that I needed to wash my hair.
Of course, this doesn't mean that much to him. He can jump in the shower wash his hair and his body; dry it all with a towel and jump out. Then comb the hair, put on some clothes and call it done.
When I have to wash my hair it becomes a MUCH bigger deal. Particularly when you factor in the fact that not only do I have scalp psoraisis (sexy, I know!) I also have curly hair.
Now, I do realize, that if I could/would just embrace the curly hair my life would be much simpler. But, particularly since I just chopped it, that isn't going to be happening any time soon.
The medication that most recently caused me drama tends to make me look like I stuck my head in an oil spill. Seriously. (I know. I need to call the doctor to see if there is anything else we can do that is a happy medium between this stuff and the scary meds [the ones with all the horrifying side effects like, oh, cancer]. Maybe now that I've actually written down the words "call" and "doctor" I'll actually do it. Maybe.)
So the only time I use it is before I wash my hair. I coat my scalp in this stuff and sit around for a few hours....letting it marinate, if you will (again, with the sexy. I KNOW!). While waiting, I fret about the amount of time it is going to take to dry said hair straight while also fretting about the fact that the heat from the hair dryer is not only damaging my locks but drying out my scalp even more which just exacerbates the symptoms even more...which means I itch more.
Now, let's throw in the fact that I generally do all of the above at night. When I'd rather spend that precious free time doing something else. Like reading blogs and eating bon-bons. Why at night? Because I'd rather spend those precious, extra minutes in the morning sleeping than struggling with the whole hair thing. And because, although it sounds ridiculous to say/type it out loud, I like to keep the heat from the dryer and the heat from the flat iron/curling iron separate (I KNOW, why do I use a curling iron on curly hair? Seems like a total oxymoron, but trust me. I know what I am doing. I think.).
Now, Hubby-dear, are you getting a clue as to why I struggle with life so much? Even a little?