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Any squeamish men should stop reading now. I don’t like to complain. (I can already hear my siblings and mother smothering their guffaws at that statement, but roll with me, people.) I mean, I’m pleased as punch that my pubes grew back in and Aunt Flow is visiting routinely again. And yet, I’m rather annoyed to be [...] I’m having one of those days. Feeling worthless and without purpose. So of course I decided to scrub the bathroom floor by hand. After conquering a particularly heinous corner behind the commode, I stood up quickly and cracked the ever lovin’ bejeezus out of my cranium on the ceramic towel bar. I then proceeded to sit [...] Ok, I totally get why I might have been a little scatter-brained yesterday. I admit I had a few things on my mind. I don’t know if I can solely blame my distraction for needing four attempts before successfully leaving Hoboken yesterday morning. Chemo brain may be rearing it’s ugly head again. The lack of caffeine probably [...] I am one worn out girl. The good news is my little chemo brain seems to be working well enough to handle all the house drama. The bad news is that seems to be all I can handle. I’m managing to juggle the faxing, the negotiating, the calling, the depositing, the inspecting, the placating, the sobbing, the [...] So I’ve recently discovered I’m actually a thirteen year old girl. You may scoff, but I have evidence. My pubes are growing in – Sadly, they seem to be coming in fuller than the hair on my sad little patchy head. They are also straight. A disturbing sight to find between your legs, like a troll doll [...] |
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