I am sick to fucking death of waiting around in doctors waiting rooms.
I am tired of looking at the calendar seeing a never ending stream of medical appointments and procedures with dates and times and directions on how to prepare beforehand.
And I am most of all SO FUCKING OVER talking about being sick.
So this week I am making different appointments.
Pausing the yucky ones. They can wait a week or so, shit has been going on 6 months what is a week-ish going to hurt?
This afternoon I made an appointment to get mah brows did.
Holy hell they were bad.
And Thursday I am getting a haircut.
My first since AUGUST.
Then I am going to chuck a box o’ colour in my hair to cover my silver tinsel.
The brow artiste suggested I chuck some on my brows as well.
MPS and I are going out for brunch on Sunday. An appointment with mah man.
Perhaps I should make some others… *wink wink*
I might go and get my nails done, or even if I do them myself… they are going to look a helluva lot better than they have done of late either way.
I am making an appointment with me to just be, not because I am so fucking sick that I can’t move, but so I can just do whateverthefuckIfeellike. And right now it might just be tidying my calendar desk area… because I want to. I love that shit.
And if the school doesn’t get back to me about a meeting tomorrow (fucking sigh!) I might meet a friend for coffee.
I have really let myself go – mentally and physically – the last few months, concentrating more on my pain and misery and not on trying to actually feel better.
Well now is the time to fake it till I make it.
And who knows, it might just work.