segmental time.

I haven't had much to say, and even less time to say it in, but today is special.
It's a Wednesday, you see.
On Wednesdays in the 7th week of first year spring term, I only have one class and that class has a test.
So without further ado, let the last minute procrastination update begin:
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I got my hair cut last week. I hadn't cut it in 7 years. I'm still marveling at how light my head is, how little time it takes to dry, and some of the hairstyles that work far more efficiently at -18" of normal.
When I got my hair washed at a salon during winter finals (when I was still all wheelchaired up and holding my arms up with the weight of hair was impossible), my "Hair Goddess", as her business card declared, told me I should cut my hair. Not just because of how damaged it'd become over the three months o' misery, but because "Hair is the only weight we choose to bear".
and the more I thought about it, the more I needed something easy and light in my life. One of my dear classmates asked for the task, and I figured it was time. I went to her house, she poured me a tequila mojito, and the event began, inch by inch.
Best haircut I've ever had. No trauma, lots of are-you-sures, patience, good company and tequila. If she wasn't going to be such a fabulous doctor, I'd beg her to open a salon.

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On another side of life, another classmate is letting me read through her books.
I'm starved for novel time, just at the moment, so I'm flying through them. I read three last night and this morning while I should have been studying for this test.
She also gave me a treat, which pretty much made my week. Normally I hate Mondays- I start out with office work, have a hasty lunch, sit through four hours of lecture and then go in to the chaos that is a modality lab where I always do the work because I'm contraindicated to receive.
This last Monday though, my bosses were away, so I got a long morning to study, the first class was more clinically relevant and really held my attention, I got a treat and encouragement, the second class was canceled, so I got to study, and the lab wasn't half bad even though I still did all the work. It was a better learning experience for me to see where I was weak in the protocol. Then I got to go home and use my treat- seaweed and arnica bubble bath! It was so fantastic. For those of you who don't know the magic that is the herb arnica, it's used as a vasodialator and pain reliever to speed healing of bruises, sprains, strains, and all your other bumps and bruises. It's the western European version of tiger balm.
I sank beneath the juniper, lavender, lemon, and pine scented foam and reemerged a new being, less fatigued, less in pain, and in much better spirits.
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Last weekend was the naturopathic philosophy retreat.
I gotta love any day that starts out with a morning song and a mandatory 1.5 hour barefoot nature walk. I found a broken building full of bats, and coyote tracks, and a bunny, and a wren's nest, and a friendly tree, and some stinging nettles, and a banana slug to cure the stings from the stinging nettles, a fun mud puddle, a stick, and a good hill for rolling down.
Never give up your childhood.
There's a lot of joy in just being outside if you don't have so much pressure on what you have to do whilst you're out there.
In addition, I learned about detoxing principles, fun ways to share the medicine with people who don't know what it is or believe in it, some good northwest herbs, and how to make flower essences.
I was also in two amazing massage chains, and had some great beer.
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Now it's much later in the morning of the 7th Wednesday of spring term.
Time for more books.