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It occurred to me a few days ago that I have been showering regularly as of late. Like EVERY DAY type of regularly.
'And, so what?' you might ask. I do not blame you for wondering, frankly..
Well, this time last year I wasn't.
This time last year I was 5 infusions into 6 rounds of chemotherapy, and just about every ounce of strength I had was plowed into healing after each session. I continued to work, being that work distracted me from feeling like hammered crap most of the time, but cooking/cleaning/bathing were not things I did more than perhaps weekly.
That's right, I was maybe taking a shower a week. It was just waaay too much effort. Standing up and walking the 10 steps to the toilet was often too much effort; how was I to wedge in another few minutes of standing up and washing myself? Unthinkable.
Yes, it really can be that bad, and it was. Especially on the few days after getting the Neulasta injection, which kicks your bone marrow into overdrive making neutrophils to get the immune system up and running again, resulting in PAIN that is strength and will-to-live sucking.
But hey, I don't want to dwell on all of that, but do want to take a moment to be grateful that it is (fingers crossed!) in the past.
I did save a bunch of money on soap and shampoo though.
Topically aligned and coincidentally applied, we have discovered the joys of shampoo bars at the Tiny House.
It's soap, for your hair. Hair soap! So old-fashioned it's rad!
I like this kind: Royalty Soaps shampoo bar. With bonus video on how they're made! One puck of this shampoo bar has lasted me for about 6 months, so that's about a $20 spend per year which I think isn't exorbitant and far less wasteful than buying plastic bottles of mostly water with which to scrub your melon.
Biff is partial to one of the two kinds that Indigo Wild sells. Not sure which flavor he's got in the shower at the moment, but I'm guessing it's not the lavender.
Obviously they're not the only shampoo bar sellers out there (The Hairy Farmpit Girls also sell it, so check their stuff out too); there are likely lots of options from which to choose your noggin-washer. I encourage y'all to shop and skip the sulfates and plastic, then hit the bar!
We had a visit from the grandbaby and his Mom the past couple of days. Purpose was so that we could give our van Carl to her because 1) we got a new car and don't need a van anymore, and 2) they could use a second vehicle.
The visit was fabulous, the baby adorable, the dog a professional 'doter.' Lovely time, except I fear we've not been as observant as we could be about certain things. Like, we did not pick up on the fact that Carl had a desire to transition. A mortifying omission, to be sure.
Well, to address this issue S went out and purchased a steering wheel cover in glittery pink and seat covers in a very party-glitz pink Lily Pulitzer-type pattern (that's her up top with some of her designs), then added in with some kind of fruit-scented air freshener, and BOOM: Carl is Carla.
We're glad to have had a part in this new phase of life, for Carla and her new family. Just wished we had noticed sooner.
(Carl got 'his' name from being a white van who, to Biff's mind, resembled the next-door-neighbor of the Aqua Teen Hunger Force. That's how badly we got it wrong.)
|Before and after. Quite a change!|