Day 37 - Baggy got stuck in the bath - almost called the fire brigade.

Two hours. Two whole hours! Thirty minutes of attempting to brush out the first stages of dreadlocks. Totally impossible left-handed only. Clever Bird tried. And failed. Debby did it with Baggy's hair hanging over the end of the sofa. It was pretty painful. Baggy's whole body seems to be extra sensitive at the moment. It felt as though someone was bashing Baggy's scalp with a fork. But stage one was complete.

Stage two. Stick Baggy's right arm in a recycling-refuse bag, knot it at the top to keep Baggy's arm dry. Stick Baggy in the bath. Not the one she's been using, but Deb's en-suite, where the shower isn't a limp dribble. This one is narrow at one end and round and wide at the other end where the shower-head is. Sitting at the wide end however would have had Baggy's bad arm trapped by the tiled wall. So Baggy sat at the narrow end, with her plastic-bagged arm resting on a rolled up towel on the side of the bath. Over an hour later Baggy's hair was washed within an inch of its life and had had a special nourishing "mask" put on it. Spoilt hair. It's lucky if it sees a conditioner usually.

Stage three. Get the hair vaguely dried. So, get out of the bath. Hmmmm! The strategy is to shuffle round sideways and get Baggy on to her knees, so that she can push herself up with her left arm. Again hmmmmmm! Baggy's large derrière was pretty much the width of the narrow end of the bath. Shuffling round was not an option. Trying to shuffle to the wide end was also not an option. Between Baggy's seriously weakened stomach muscles and having to try to do it right-handed she couldn't move more than a few inches down the bath.  Deb put a towel in the wide bit which gave Baggy just enough stability to shuffle forward, but she still couldn't get out. She was well and truly stuck. Freda Fretter had visions of calling the fire brigade to hoist Baggy out. She couldn't work out whether to laugh or cry. Firemen with ropes versus Baggy's hairy legs - it wouldn't have ended well. This panic was enough motivation for Baggy (with Debby holding her under her left (hairy) armpit) to find the strength to get out of the bath!

Another thirty minutes and once dried off and dressed, Baggy felt like a new person. Expensive shampoos are definitely the way forward. Special stuff for grey hair will be ordered once Creative Clara stops blogging. Only another year or two to grow the rest of the colour out. Maybe a bit of a haircut in January when Baggy can drive again. It will have been a year since the last cut. The photo above was from four months ago, so it's even longer now. Freda Fretter just has to stop her hairdresser form cutting four inches off again! Baggy's determined to be a grey Baggy..........