Hair cut joy and trauma……

So following on from the end of yesterdays blog….after a beautiful morning with Sarah on the coast and on the way back to Beverley we’d stopped off to see the lambs in the field on the way. I’d seen them first with Gemma, but didn’t have my camera with me 🙈. They were in the far corners today instead of posing directly in front of me, which was inconsiderate of them, but at least my zoom captured this little family group.

It was time for my long overdue Covid haircut. I was beginning to look more and more like Ginger Biscuit as the months rolled by

So I was looking forward to feeling lighter AND for it being a quiz whizz of the hair drier in the morning for me to get out of the house 🙄……

We timed it just right and as the traffic lights went red, I hopped out of the car and Sarah went on her way. 

Now my hairdressers isn’t usually a noisy place. It’s never been full when I’d been before…..think you can guess what’s coming….🙈….as soon as I opened the door I knew instantly it was going to be another stressful first post Covid …😳. The sound of hairdryers, of people talking excitedly above the noise and the overwhelming number of people almost had me head back outside again.

Shannon must have seen me and hadn’t quite finished with her previous client. She came over and sat me by the window in the middle of the salon. I tried hard to switch off but the noise was just too much again; conversations blurring into one, hairdryers, music in the corner. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing, after all this was suppose to be a joyous occasion and everyone else seemed sooo happy to be there.

Eventually Shannon came over and took me for my hair to be washed, something I usually like and makes me feel calm, but not today. I wanted the process to speed up. Shannon tried to engage in conversation asking if I was ok but I couldn’t quite decipher the words to string the sentence together, then I found it difficult to form my own sentence to reply, everything merging with the noise of everyone else.

As she sat me down to cut my hair, I think she sensed the distress I was under. Again she asked what I’d been doing, but I had to stop her and managed to ask if this time, we could not talk and I’d simply close my eyes and let her get on with cutting my hair.

I could tell she understood, she knows me well and I was relieved not to have to try explain above the noise.

I was thankful when she finished and tried to smile my appreciation but I simply wanted to get out. 

As she opened the door for me, the fresh air felt so good on my face. I thanked her and said:

“Hopefully we’ll be able to talk next time, sorry about the silence this time”

She smiled a kind smile and said it didn’t matter, she understood …….

Another first post Covid action out of the way…..hopefully things will get better and easier…..

About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

9 thoughts on “Hair cut joy and trauma……

  1. You did it though Wendy, so kudos for that, you could so easily have just left and then it would have been a bigger ordeal to go back next time.
    I’m not one who enjoys chit chat at the hairdressers and would much prefer to just relax and close my eyes, but most hairdressers feel obliged to chat!
    Hope you like your hair anyway 😊

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  2. Stressful for you – but you didn’t run for the hills you did it !! You must feel very pleased you stuck with it and now have nice neat hair . Mine is like a wild woman’s – my sister is my hairdresser but too busy for a few weeks to fit me in. Loved the last 2 blogs and pictures , thank you as always x

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  3. Oh Wendy – I do sympathize – I too have experienced some ‘first’ anxieties with restrictions easing. I’ve been taking baby steps and not rushing back into all. Your hairdresser sounds wonderful – things will get better I’m sure; we’ve just got to take it slowly. 🙂

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  4. I’m just back from my hairdressers, much relieved! First time in over four months, so now I no longer look like an old English sheepdog! I can tell it was more like a nightmare than the dream you’d been hoping for, hopefully you’re able to feel pleased soon with your haircut and be glad you went.

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  5. I can understand some of your hairdressing woe Wendy. I do not have dementia (my husband does), but after looking forward so much to my hair appointment, I could not wait to get out of the salon. The noise meant I could not hear my hairdresser trying to talk to me and I did not enjoy it at all. Let’s hope next time will be better!

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  6. Well done Wendy! Things can only get better and I’m sure now that you’ve had it cut you also feel better. I certainly do after I saw my hairdresser yesterday.

    Linda xxx

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