Well in the strangest lottery I have ever unknowingly been entered into my name was plucked at random from my general practitioners to receive a covid 19 test. So in a weak moment of curiosity combined with the sense of doing ones civic duty I agreed to take part.
Parcel arrived & I got to grips working out what to do, the trickiest part seemingly was to master the ‘origami like’ box construction as the cardboard seemed determined not to co -operate.
Rising early on the allotted day I began the procedure that basically involved copious hand washing & poking a stick down the back of my throat & up each nostril. Twizzling it 5 times & putting in a tube to send for analysis. Box sealed & collected it was time to complete the online survey.
I’ll be honest, up until this point I felt it was a useful thing to be doing however I began to have doubts when trying to answer the questions. For example one asked if I had been out & about & own up as to whether for ‘essentials’ but visits to pubs & restaurants? Honestly the chance might have been a fine thing. Unless I had been inhabiting a different time & space continuum to that of the author of this quiz all these places have been shut many never to reopen. Equally baffling was the one asking me to whether I thought I had actually had previously contracted the condition.
I suspect that unless one had contracted the severe form requiring hospitalisation then it would be very difficult to differentiate between covid symptoms & other infections with similar symptoms with any certainty. Anyway the result was that I was negative on swab day so now I know for certain that for 24 hours I didn’t have it. As for any other day it’s back to guessing along with everyone else & wondering how this kind of testing & data collection is informing us in the longer term.
As the lockdown eases so we can expect to get out more but in reality this is still a slow process. No word from the dentists surgery yet but the makeshift tooth repair is still holding which is good but will be interesting to see what he makes of my handiwork when I finally to get the call. Maybe its the upside of having to wear a mask outside!
All this ‘me time’ as enabled me to go mining to see if there are any nuggets of creativity lurking within. So far I have drafted the lyrics to the perhaps aptly named ‘Isolation Song’ & now working on the music all the while trying to work up the courage to record it in a sort of ‘warts & all’ video. Its not the first song I wrote that is still lying around & I revisit it occasionally but to be fair the second is closer to being finished.
I have also been practicing my juggling & unicycling but perhaps its currently safe to say that I am unlikely to be running away to join a circus anytime soon.
Stay safe everyone what ever you are up to.
I have previously mentioned my annoyance of a Facebook post where a friend in renouncing hair dye in favour of ‘going gray’ chose to add a clip insinuating anyone choosing not to ditch the dye were ‘letting the sisterhood down’. To me this sent an underlying implication that older women really shouldn’t colour their hair & should feel guilty for doing so.
I don’t see red often but this made me seethe leading me to comment angrily back & find I was not the only one to feel irritated. Interestingly the backlash comments essentially agreed that women often are made to feel guilty about their life choices & this was simply another they didn’t need. To my mind women should be able to wear their hair in what ever style & colour they wish regardless of age.
For the record I have long messed about with the style & colour of my hair from packet colours & perms in the 8o’s to more vibrant hues of late. In my aggrieved state I engaged my hairdresser & ideas from Pinterest to find me a suitably outrageous colour scheme that resulted in a bleached white & neon green colour combo. I will leave you to decide whether it remains my favourite style because it was the first of several statement hair colours or the number of compliments from random young men it attracted!
For me sassy hair equates to sassy attitude & my hairdresser Luke has been a great my partner in creative crime. Bold colour combos helping me personally conquer the fear (mentioned last blog) that seems ready to loom large leading many to cave into conformity.
Societal ‘judgy attitude’ towards older women has long been around as experienced pre lockdown visiting a builders merchant to purchase lime mortar. The middle aged male perpetrator clearly thought he was entitled to make offensive hair based comments to me if delivered in a ‘pseudo jokey’ style despite the fact that he did not offer the same sort of remarks to the the man in front of me. Still I plaster walls I am made of stern stuff & have long been trying to build immunity to this sort of abuse. Although it seems that a well placed comment on their Facebook page regarding their customer policy was justified. Especially as the same assistant was very circumspect when I returned a few days later for more supplies.
What a great contrast though later that week on purchasing a sandwich in a different shop. The young male cashier serving me not only told me my hair was cool but engaged in a conversation about the pro’s & cons on bleaching. Certainly made sure I Tweeted a shout out to his company on what a great customer experience could be had in that store. So I live in hope that times are slowly a changing.
Lockdown brought cancellation of salon visits for many for the foreseeable future posing the dilemma of what to do instead. Well for starters forget panic buying toilet rolls I opted instead to send my daughter on a foray for bleach & hair dye!
Then step two of the plan to get luscious lockdown locks get her to bleach & colour your hair – simples.
You can watch the experience if you are brave enough!
Until next time – Stay safe fellow readers where ever you are.