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May 20, 2020 06:20PM
May 20, 2020 06:21PM
My salon can let my hair towel-dry (I would stay in my car), or maybe rush home to blow it dry and then return for flatiron styling. I do have a Dyson AirWrap which I finally learned to use. I definitely need that bangs & ends trim--we'll talk about whether to keep coloring now that I have more salt than pepper. The difference between roots & ends is much subtler than it used to be. Bob still likes my hair long--it's higher-maintenance, but I never had any luck with short hair (especially when I was fat, I needed the length & volume for balance). I have a backlog of "Brazilian Blowout" brand shampoos & conditioners, which came free with my keratin treatments; but if I begin to travel again, I would be able to use hotel shampoos & conditioners despite their having sulfates & sodium. So no need to pack any. (Of course, it'll be forever before I'd feel safe boarding a plane again at my age).
Electrician threw me for a loop today--the path from where the garage power line goes into the basement wall on its way to the exterior runs through the jam-packed basement storage room we call the "snake pit," and a tight little sleeping loft built for a 7-yr old by the previous owner of the house (who, having 6 kids, turned every conceivable space other than living room, baths and kitchen into bedrooms). My band used to rehearse in what is now the storage room, but 33 years of accumulating stuff have taken their toll. The other way to route the power line is to run a new one from the breaker-box, through the hose/meter shed wall and around the outside of the house till it can be directed along either the underside of the deck down one of the posts, or atop the concrete below the deck down to the buried line in the yard. And the first alternative might require a crew to jackhammer the concrete. Meanwhile, more rain is scheduled from Sat. night through all of next week (hopefully, not as intense as last weekend). At least our streets didn't flood--unlike Lower Wacker Dr. and many, many suburban streets--which are still ponds and rivers. The Willis/Sears Tower is still dark, but Com Ed crews plan on being able to access its basement tonight to see if it's safe yet to bring the building back on line. But it's nothing like poor Midland, MI (and, inevitably, downstream). Two burst dams have that city under 9 ft. of water, knocking homes off their foundations and floating away. Amazing that there is not (thus far) a Katrina-level loss of life. So many there were already dealing with the pandemic--now they're in temporary shelters on higher ground, where social distancing is well-nigh impossible. (Many families are preferring to live in their cars in the shelter parking lots).
I put on a pair of denim leggings (size XL, which a year ago were so tight I couldn't pull them up) and a similarly sized T-shirt today (I try not to stay in my scrubs--which I use as PJs--all day), and my housekeeper said she hoped I wouldn't go out in such baggy pants. "Girl, you need new clothes," she said. I answered I was afraid I would regain my lost weight. "I know you--you won't. And even if you do, it wouldn't be enough for your size 12s to be too tight." To my surprise, Bob agreed. The only clothes I've bought (other than a couple of new sleep bras and new sneakers & socks for Bob to replace his hole-y ones) since this stay-home thing began are a T-shirt my singing partner designed and is selling on Redbubble, and a pair of size 10 denim Bermudas. So I bought a bunch of size M Bombas tees, 3 pr. of size 10 Levis jeggings (same colors as my 12s), and 2 more pr. of size 10 (chino) Bermuda cargo shorts. Bob says that in the unlikely event I can start swimming again, I should just wear my bra-size tankini/swim-short and my size 16 Speedo suits, wrinkly sagging skin and all. "You still look great for almost 70," he said. Icky is in the eye of the beholder...as long as I don't look at puddling flesh that are my thighs. Weight training might partly fill in my "bat wings" with muscle, but my inner upper thighs are a lost cause.
As for skin-removal surgery, I am not convinced it's worth the pain of recovery (especially since it'd take multiple rounds for different body parts), nor the risk of major surgery. Medicare would cover a tummy tuck or panniculectomy to ameliorate fungal infections, and a L breast reduction for symmetry and back pain relief, but I'm on my own for the rest of it. We have the money, but I'd rather use it to fix the house and maintain our std. of living (and bail out Gordy should his employer go under); we have enough to--should we wish to risk flying--buy an entire row of 3 coach seats for each of us, or maybe rent an RV to drive cross-country and see places we've never been (or I've only driven through at 75mph between gigs & music conferences). But for vanity? Maybe if I were 10 years younger and elective surgery weren't so risky. I'm still on the fence about getting ingrown-toenail-relief/prevention surgery.
Diagnosed at 64 on routine annual mammo, no lump. OncotypeDX 16. I cried because I had no shoes...but then again, I won’t get blisters....
9/9/2015, IDC, Right, 1cm, Stage IA, Grade 2, 0/4 nodes, ER+/PR+, HER2- (IHC)
9/23/2015 Lumpectomy: Right
11/2/2015 3DCRT: Breast
12/31/2015 Femara (letrozole)