My hair went straight UP and BACK. It was terrifying.
2. Asking your husband for help brushing your hair = very bad idea. Asking him to try to comb it back into a barrette would be highly amusing, if it weren't so nerve-wracking. "No! No! Comb it back not sideways. Now grab it HERE. Aaarrrgggghhhhh!!!" Honestly, dealing with my hair was the main reason I ended up in tears after my surgery. I chose the wrong time to try a short hairdo. My hair is growing until I do the left hand surgery. Pony tails all the way, baby!
3. I like Percocet. Really. This is really funny, but it's NOT FUNNY! I learned that I liked Percocet after my first c-section. I looked in the pills one day and only saw five left. I felt panicky all of a sudden and it hit me like a ton of bricks: I'd become dependent within only a few days. Yikes!! I had just been taking it every four hours like clockwork, and hadn't stopped to consider that I might not need it anymore.
So now I am really careful with the stuff. (This is the same stuff that other people break into pharmacies or old ladies' medicine cabinets to obtain. It's dangerous!) It's a good thing that I'm LDS and part of a religion that discourages drinking or drugs, because otherwise I'd apparently be a total addict... of some sort!
Percocet gives me the funkiest dreams. Every time I woke up while on it, I remembered the most vivid, detailed dreams. It was like going to sleep in a movie theater, where the show only starts after you close your eyes. (See previous blog post!) My brother-in-law, who is a pyschologist, tried to explain how it works and why people get addicted. It was interesting. I'm just glad that I had a few pills left to dispose of when I was done. It proves that I've learned my lesson! I hope.
Having your hubby try and do your hair made me laugh out loud. I've seen Kirk try and do our girl's hair and it's pretty funny, so I can only imagine! Next surgery... buy a cute hat! :-)
ReplyDeleteOne of the most ginormous mistakes I ever made was when we were on a vacay back east and I asked my husband to just trim the back of my hair a half inch or so. I wish I could blame that choice on percocet, but it was all sober me. Anyway, I ended up having to get about 4 inches cut off to fix it. The power haircut that Hillary sports is meant to be very business-like I guess, but wouldn't it be cute to see her have to blow some long whispy bangs out of her eyes?
ReplyDeleteI love percocet too. I love that floaty, relaxed, warm and fuzzy feeling...of course I only use it when absolutely necessary:)
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