I'm a Weenie When I'm Sick

My ears hurt now. And my throat still hurts. Tylenol takes the edge off, but I'm still uncomfortable. I might have to make an appointment to see a doctor tomorrow if I still feel icky in the morning.

I gargled salt water (not sure if it helped or not) and I had Steve put some herbal hippy-dippy drops in my ears. The drops helped a little, but now I have cotton wads in my ear canals imparing my hearing. Rather nice - I can't hear the TV in the other room.

I had my haircut today at Wink salon. Rose (or Rosalinda) did the 'do. She's from a Spanish-speaking country (didn't ask which one) and she's probably 60. She was dressed in a long black skirt, a long black sweater, a dark navy long-sleeved shirt under the sweater, dark leggings, and dark orthopedic/hippy-type shoes. Typical Santa Fe attire, in other words. Her hair was wavy and messy...not at all the chic style worn by Kat, my favorite stylist in the world who lives in England.

But Rose was great. She was critical of the lack of shape my previous 'do had (as was I) and was saying other things about shaping, cutting, and trimming that made me happy. She was methodical and gentle and did a great job. It's not as dramatic as I wanted, but I am happy with the cut. She didn't go as short in the back as I would have liked, but she told me that with my hairline, that was as short as she could go "without shaving." I'm ok with that reason.

I will be going back.

Time for dinner now. Steve has yelled at me that it's all ready.