This week has been probably one of the hardest I've been through in a very long time. My husband had surgery, I was in the ER for a horrible migraine, and I feel like I'm kind of losing it. So I did what any self controlled crazy person would and died my hair the reddest I could so my mental would take me out.
Alex had his surgery on Thursday so I've been the housewife and nurse. My to do list didnt get done, and I dont give that amazing man nearly enough credit for everything he does. I'm whooped and im only on day 4. I go back to work in a few hours and I'm stressing; not because my parents wont take good care of him but it won't be me. He hasn't gone poo yet so keep his bowels in your prayers or vibes or something.
Me on the other hand I'm a freaking train wreck, as you can see from me writing this old-school notebook style from the phone that im writing while I'm supposed to be napping before work. I had to go to the ER Saturday night because as I joked with the triage nurse I want to stick a hot poker in my ear so it'll stop hurting. Turns out ER says I have a cyst close to my ear so I have a doctor's appointment in the morning to see how to fix this joker. I dont like being as crazy as my ancestors any longer than I have to. The other thing making me crazy is eating in front of a man than can't eat is giving me more guilt than I know what to do with. He says he's fine but im the one with the problem, and half my mouth hurting means eating is weird anyways.
So being as I knew my feelings were everywhere, Wednesday Alex bleached my hair then dyed it almost Ariel red. Pictures of the dying process will be on my Facebook, Tiktok, and Instagram.
Thanks for letting me share my struggles with you all. Hopefully next week well have food, better mental, and more healed text.
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