As I age, I have thoughts that fester. Some matter, some not so much. They come to me at random times, and they grow bigger the more I think about them. I was at the hairdresser last month, getting my hair ready to make me appear younger than I am for the holidays. Then it hit me like a Christmas tree falling off the roof of my car onto my head. What if I had a heart attack while I was waiting for the color to seep into my roots, and probably my frontal lobe as well? Would they rinse it out while they were waiting for the ambulance? Would they take me to the hospital and then cut off my hair and wipe my scalp with some sort of alcohol? Oh my. Note to self: consider letting the gray grow in this winter when my plan is to hibernate anyway. Yep. I might just do that as a precautionary action.
Thoughts that Fester
Thoughts that Fester
Thoughts that Fester
As I age, I have thoughts that fester. Some matter, some not so much. They come to me at random times, and they grow bigger the more I think about them. I was at the hairdresser last month, getting my hair ready to make me appear younger than I am for the holidays. Then it hit me like a Christmas tree falling off the roof of my car onto my head. What if I had a heart attack while I was waiting for the color to seep into my roots, and probably my frontal lobe as well? Would they rinse it out while they were waiting for the ambulance? Would they take me to the hospital and then cut off my hair and wipe my scalp with some sort of alcohol? Oh my. Note to self: consider letting the gray grow in this winter when my plan is to hibernate anyway. Yep. I might just do that as a precautionary action.