Okay, so this one is actually kind of funny. Luckily, I sleep like the dead, but sometimes—when I'm just drifting off—Alissa-Fred will walk around my bed to get to hers and trip over my feet. She always feels so bad, but I honestly don't mind it so much. I'm used to having the bed drop off mid-calf. This one's really only a hassle when I go home because this girl does not fit between a headboard and a footboard. No sir-ee, Bob.
Even at home it's alright, though. I just move the mattress to the floor where all the snakes and spiders can get me. No worries. Next problem:
I love going home because this is a non-issue there. The shower head is adjustable so Lizer-Lou (at a giant 5'4") can make it fit, and so can I! Woo!
This is however a big problem at school. I've never had a shower head taller than me in an apartment. Or at a friends house. Or at a hotel. They really just don't exist. And to top it all off, I also have some preexisting conditions that make this even worse.
I have a bad lower back, and I get disoriented really easily sometimes. So! I can't just slouch and lean to the side. It hurts, and I get dangerously close to falling over. (And how embarrassing would it be to be the only 22 year old I know with a hip replacement?! I mean really!)
I literally have to bend over backwards to wash my hair. And because I'm not just tall--I'm pretty dang tall for a girl--I have to bend over pretty dang far.
It makes hair washing a huge hassle. And sometimes, I just don't want to do it.
Thank heaven for dry shampoo and baseball caps.
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