I got a haircut because it was too difficult to brush it myself and forget about a ponytail. My arms hurt post mastectomy. I looked in the monitor camera thingie and thought, gosh I’ve aged. So I made this face to stretch the wrinkles. And my boys photobombed me.
I will loose my hair very soon but that’s no reason to look like a mess before then.
The hair cut wore me out. I took a two hour nap afterwards and had dreams of cockroaches and bedbugs. All I was trying to do was look for a place to rest but all I found was stink and bedbugs and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I gotta get off these pain meds.
Today has been ok. I met with my friend Sugar who has been to Hell and back and she gave me hope and good advice. And she bought me lunch and cupcakes.
And life goes on. I helped with homework and science fair projects. We ate dinner.
I’m stressed about the body scans. I mean I already jumped from suspected stage 1 to stage 3. Stage 4 may be around the corner…or it may not. We won’t know until we know and the only way to know is to take invasive tests. Hooray!
That’s why I’m making this funny face as I sport my super fashionable mastectomy post-op camisole under my baggie hoodie.
This is my life, gotta make a stupid face because I can not fall apart.