Pageboy bob

It had been nearly two weeks since my hair had been washed with anything other than a dry shampoo, so it looked and felt awful.  After my appointment with Dr. Bell yesterday morning, my daughter Sandra took me to get my hair shampooed and cut into a sort of pageboy bob.  Penny, who decided on a good style for me that would be easy to maintain, washed my hair while I leaned forward into the sink, trying to avoid hurting my broken shoulder.  Some water dribbled down the cape onto the floor, and she knelt to mop it up with a towel so I wouldn't slip.  I told her, "I will be back!"  And Sandra said she left her a very good tip for all she did.  This is different from anything I've had before, but it feels comfortable.

Good news — the doctor said, after looking at new x-rays, that I can skip surgery and start physical therapy in a couple of weeks.  Meanwhile, I'm to take my arm out of the sling several times a day and move it like a pendulum while it hangs down from my shoulder.  It feels good to move it, and this morning I got up with less effort and less pain than I've felt since the accident.