The Good, The Bad and The Ugly

Okay let's start with the good...Mom is not dying of some horrible degenerative bone disease. However, she does have active rapidly advancing osteoarthritis. Not great news, but she hopefully will have some relief tomorrow when they give her some injections in her foot. They also started her on some medication that seemed to actually ease her pain quite a bit. The bad news is that she may suffer from bouts of this off and on and there really is no cure. Though I must admit, it was a huge relief to see her have a little break from pain. I'm hoping the drugs keep her pain free enough to make it through the injections and then hopefully she will be on the mend, and in the future if she gets a flare-up we can catch it in time and not have a repeat of what just happened.

Now on to the UGLY, now that would be my hair. Man I hate bad hair days, they can ruin your entire day just by making you feel horrendously ugly all day. What I want to know is do men suffer from this as well? Not the pretty men who actually coif their hair, spray it, check it, blah blah, no no, I want to know if those other guys, the wash and wear or maybe a touch of gel guys have this problem. Seriously, I did my hair this morning, but it just wouldn't go the right way. It was as though Donald Trump came to visit and offered to style my hair for me. Part way through the day it was driving me so batty I decided to try and wet it a bit then slick it back behind my ears and go for the smooth polished look. I might have pulled it off had I not been driving around with my windows down. Consequently I was wishing for la Trumpignon when I looked in the mirror and realized I now looked like a muskrat had made its home on my head and then been electrocuted. Not only that but my pants kept creeping up my inner thighs. So there I was with my pants bunched up around my crotch while my head looked like some sort of freak show...when what happens....You are now thinking I bumped into an ex boyfriend or some hot guy right? WRONG. Nope, even that would have been better. Instead of bumping into some guy I bumped into a woman who I almost hate. I say almost, since I don't really hate anyone. Well not true, I hate one person, but that's not worth going into. So anyway, I bump into the woman who for most of my life wanted to scratch my eyes out, and then suddenly I wanted to scratch hers out. It is a mutual almost hatred. So anyway there she was, looking rather skinny, tanned and tall....grrrrrrrrr. And of course I couldn't duck and hide without looking like some sort of animal was running for the woods, so I just tried to be gracious and be all fakey nice. You know, after I realized I couldn't escape her, I did a careful perusal of her no wrinkles, no sagging, no lumps or bumps, not even anything stuck in her teeth. Aww well, hopefully her husband has a small....er nm, I'm going to bed before I wish something really horrid on her and karma comes back and slaps me in the face with not only a bad hair day, but a face full of pimples too.

Night night,
Swapna