Perils at the Salon

Constant vigilance is required of me because of my chronic pain. Today was a great example of that. I went to get my haircut, my yearly cut to clean up the ends as I continue to grow it. As soon as I sat down I explained to the woman about my sensitivities. I told her that beyond shampoo and conditioner I didn't want her to use any products. I just needed a simple cut and dry. She agreed.

The hair salon is a gauntlet of triggers, lots of bright florescent lights, even more products and scents, someone else tugging on my hair and scalp... Most certainly a place for high vigilance. Unfortunately, for some reason I allowed myself to relax during the hair drying process. This proved to be a terrible mistake. Before I knew what was happening the stylist had put down the dryer and was spraying my hair with stinky, sticky hair spray. It happened so quickly and because I dropped my guard for a minute  I wasn't able to stop her before she started spraying. She apologized but the damage was done.

I had to come straight home and rewash my hair. Even after washing and drying the smell remains. I just can't wash it again today, my head won't have it. I guess this is the price I have to pay for my lack of vigilance. Lesson learned. Again.