Sentences with phrase «even after taking a shower»

My hair becomes really frizzy and its so hard to comb even after taking a shower.

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One of the strangest experiences I've had after taking cold showers is experiencing temporary flushes of heat... even in winter!

I've spent the evening — well, what was left of it after dinner and baths and stories and the rosary and people wanting to keep their lights on after lights out and other people wanting to take showers upstairs at the same time that the dishes were being washed downstairs, which is problematic in an old house — scrolling through the website of the Jennmaur Gallery, which

I plan to keep taking my quickies AKA 5 - minute showers, even after the challenge ends.

After the birth, a post-partum doula can come into your home, and gently answer questions, show you basic infant care, do daily chores and meal preparation, take care of older siblings, or even take care of your baby so that you can get a shower or a nap.

See, it doesn't take much - even the act of washing and moisturizing your face each night or lathering your skin with some yummy oils after a shower - it's like a check in with yourself, a recognition of you - beyond mother, employer, etc..

Heck, she could even take two showers in one day (one in the morning and one after the gym).

Recovery was tough, even after the pain subsided: You can't really stand up straight for a few weeks, and simple choices, like whether to take a shower or use the bathroom, become big decisions because you have to be so careful with your incisions.

After much research, I ordered this New Century Shower Filter for our shower and it only took five minutes to install (even forShower Filter for our shower and it only took five minutes to install (even forshower and it only took five minutes to install (even for me!).

You might even dry your face again after taking a shower.

After spending a few weeks up high on the flanks of Mt. Everest, just taking a shower down at base camp with real soap and shampoo felt like a day at a luxury spa (even though I was standing underneath a plastic tarp on a bunch of jagged rocks, and the water that was coming out of the portable shower spout had been warmed up by a burning pile of yak dung just minutes before).

You can then crash in the evenings in your comfortable and homey room after taking a much - needed rain shower.

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It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.