Self Medicated - Updated with Photograph!!

No, I haven't been ill, apart from having a few days given over to migraine and nausea, but I have been self medicating, without drugs.    I occasionally suffer from the type of migraine which completely wipes me out with pain and sickness, which usually last three days, then they go, leaving me feeling worn out, but pain free.

I know the food/drink which triggers them, so they don't feature in my diet.  However, something was causing this fresh crop of them.   I decided that perhaps it was stress.

My mornings were spent reading/skimming half a dozen British newspapers, of all colours, I like to get a balanced view, make up my own mind instead of relying on the bias of any one journalist or paper with their inevitable political leaning.    I would move on to reading papers from Germany, France and the States.

Lunchtime would see me dipping in to watch an hour of the news on assorted television channels, including RT and Al Jazeera!

In between times I kept an eye on the worldometer, Johns Hopkins, and reading blogs; no wonder my stress levels were increasing.

I admit that I am avoid medication wherever possible, so I decided to try a total news blackout.  Jump off the merry-go-round.  Step away from those things which were winding me up.

I have taken time to enjoy even longer walks with Toby, gardening, organising my (far too many) shelves of books, baking, reading, and I have even watched a few very enjoyable films:  The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, The Bookshop, and The Bookthief. 

It was really difficult to keep away from the news, etc, but I feel much better for it! 

I have emerged a calmer person, free from headaches at present!

The only thing it didn't help with was my hair.   I haven't been to the hairdresser since very early November...so you can imagine how much it had grown.    It should have been cut in January, but the episode of the broken ribs meant that I couldn't do that.

The ribs have healed, slowly, although I still feel as though I have a strong bulldog clamp on one rib.  Time will sort that out, or I will learn to live with it. 

Time drifts, my hair grew longer, which was nice at first, but then it reached tipping point.   It made me feel a mess, which was making me feel grumpy/grumpier.

What to do?   Watch a few clips on U Tube - how to cut your own hair...  It didn't look too difficult.

I searched my drawers, found up an ancient pair of thinning scissors.   Decided to have a practice -  on husband's hair!      At first I was nervous, but once I relaxed and just did what looked right, it became easier.   Result, one pleased and very neat-looking husband.

Time to have a go at my own hair.

So I did.   Result: one slightly asymmetrical Old English Sheepdog-style hair do, just what I was aiming for.  😀 

Cutting the back was difficult, but I just clipped away until it felt right.    I know it is messy, far from perfect, but I love it, which is just as well because now I have to wear it for quite a while!

(Eeeek!  Never mind the haircut, look at that double chin!  Lockdown chin?)