I just got to perform an intervention. I was getting a loooong overdue haircut today, having that sort of stream of consciousness conversation you have with the person who cuts your hair...you know that one?
Me: I had to run to Wal-Mart this morning and I thought I'd stop for a haircut. My run to Wal-Mart is now over an hour long.
Her: I hate Wal-Mart in the daytime. It takes 5 minutes to shop and an hour to visit with everyone you see that you know.
Me: The worst is when you see your mom. You can't just blow by her and pretend you didn't recognize her.
Her: My mom can't go to Wal-Mart by herself anymore, She's recently become blind.
Me: Ack! How awful! What happened?
Her: Uncontrolled diabetes. She won't take care of it. We have a problem with that in our family. He (pointing at teenage boy) won't take his medicine for his seizures.
Me: Why not?
Her: He says it makes him sleepy.
Him: It does!
Me: I have seizures. I got hit in the head with a softball 10 years ago. I take the meds at noon and midnight when it's not so important that I be alert.
Her: He's had them for a few years...since he had a car accident. He doesn't go unconscious, he just blanks out. Stares into space.
Me: Absence seizures.
Me: They'll take away your license if you have a wreck and the cops find out you have uncontrolled seizures.
Her: That's what I told him.
Him: I know.
Me: Try noon and midnight. Set a timer on your watch or on your phone. promise yourself you'll be really responsible about it for a month...then see if you feel better. Just try, okay?
Him: Okay. I'll try.
Her: If he actually does it, I'll cut your hair for free next time.
Me: Woohoo! The future of my hair is on your shoulders, Kid. Don't fail me.
You have to feel good about that.