I've become a little more housebound than I used to be. I've tried to analyze it, work it through the ol' brain, but there's no easy answer. Some of it started with having my gallbladder removed. That was definitely the start of the process. But the question is whether or not the anxiety comes from being afraid to be too far away from a bathroom? Or does the anxiety begin, and brings on a bout of needing the bathroom in a hurry?
Luckily, I have meds to help out with it. But it doesn't wipe it out entirely. So I'm sensitive to what I eat, and where I spend my time. Or is it a control thing? As long as I'm on the move, know where I'm going and when, I seem to be able to keep things in control. If I am stuck somewhere, or I have to wait, the anxiety type "attack" begins.
Which brings me to getting bobbed! I haven't had a haircut in a year's time. I was going to the same wonderful hairdresser for seven years. But I found that the anxiety of sitting in a chair for two hours was becoming too much for me. I would start dreading it the day before. I had to watch what I ate for the 12 hours preceeding my appointment, and make sure I took my meds. It's not an easy way to live, but it's become how things are for me and I accept it. Most of the time. So on the spur of the moment, I went to a salon where you don't need an appointment. I told her about my anxiety and she said "no problem, we'll just cut your hair dry, it'll take about 20 minutes." She ended up cutting off eight inches of hair!! It'll be more work than just pulling it into a ponytail, but that's ok.
Sometimes, it's good to take a chance --- go get bobbed!
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