For a January 1st blog, this is not about my New Year resolution. I am loyal to my one and only resolution ever - the elusive weight loss. It is the one constant thing in my life that is overrun with changes. So once again, I dusted my old resolution last week, went and enrolled in a nearby fitness center. The front desk person recognized me from last Christmas and gave a warm smile making me feel at home.
Okay, now moving on to something completely random.
I don’t know what is it about a kind face and a white piece of thread hovering over my eyebrows that makes my mouth flap non-stop in a verbal diarrhea. The minute I lie on my beautician’s table, it is confession time at a catholic church. At her simple ‘How are you Meena?’, the floodgates of my heart and soul open wide and dump on her truckloads of very personal and awkward information. Poor woman!
Just last week, amid cans of wax and cotton strips, I found myself sharing my mother’s first cousin’s health problems with her. When I told her in detail about the cousin’s recurring fungal toenail, there was such empathy and anguish in my beautician’s eyes. If I didn’t know better, I would think that she knew my mom’s cousin personally.
Next time I go to my physician’s office, I should remember to add her to the approved people on file to share my health information. If you are wondering why, it is because short of letting her take my vitals, I update her thoroughly on my health status every visit. I remember drawing an anatomy of a leg on a piece of paper one time to explain to her exactly where my leg pain was. She didn’t mind that the drawing bore little resemblance to my real leg and looked more like a skinny sugarcane. What was important was that she knew exactly where my pain was.
It is not just my health that I talk to her about. We both have aging parents and that has strengthened our bond like gorilla glue. From buying adult diapers to Bengay, we cover many colorful topics in that short window.
I am not a secretive person by nature. Holding on to secrets is practically impossible for me because my brain is not equipped to hold large amounts of data for long periods of time. Having said that, I have surprised myself many times on my beautician’s table by talking about things that I didn’t know were stored in my brain. For her every cheerful ‘so what’s new Meena?’, something very old will surface from my subconscious and fall right into her very patient ears.
She must meet about 40 to 50 women in a day’s work. Imagine the amount of useless information that gets dumped on her every day. Wow! If I were her, I will probably hand out ‘self-adhesive plasters’ for the mouth before admitting any clients in. She is bigger than me, I must admit, though only in a figure of speech.
If you have never shaped your eyebrows, I want to assure you that it can be a very cathartic experience. After a short session on her table, I walk out feeling cleansed in more ways than one. Not sold yet? Here is a better reason. It is the most economical way to get a psych consultation and/or a counselling session. J
If you have read through the above post, obviously, you are either a friend or family. Who else will put up with my foolishness? I look forward to riding the next fun roller coaster year with all of you. May you all have many opportunities to LOL and ROFTL in 2017. Happy New Year everyone!