Taking care of yourself is such hard work. Yesterday I felt I was in a semi state of emotional crisis. While at my cry baby induced Waa session at the Cancer Agency the counselor asked an important question. What am I doing for myself?
So my complete lack of an answer pushed me to make an appointment for my first haircut and a massage. I went today. I would love to tell you I'm orgasmicly happy but I'm not quite sure I am.
The massage was amazing but I'm not sure what kind of miracles I thought the stylist would perform. She's not a head shrinker so my fear of looking like a curly Mr Pumpkin head indeed became a reality.
I did decide that now I am able, I am going to do one thing for myself a day plus a walk. I'm hoping that will be exercise at least 3 times a week, one massage and ? I don't really know what I want. Maybe I'm just tired?
I added a bunch of before and after photos of my hair adventure but deleted them. Sorry. I'm just not ready to go there yet.
I think I'll stick with my blue wig.
On a side rant who would have known that my laid back, friendly to everyone brother, would have such feisty cells? Why can't we just all get along? If they did then I wouldn't need all this medication and I would feel better.
I guess I can't complain. His cells are kicking the cancers ass. Sending out cosmic thankfulness for the gift of life. "Thanks, feisty little cells."
(PS. pleeease stop bullying my liver)