Today I am thankful that 97.98% of statistics are made up on the spot.
I'm a mess.
I have no skin on a very private part of my body. Thankfully, I can barely see it. The part I see gives me panic attacks.
With the panic attacks, I am also thankful for a new Buspirone prescription. Apparently, it is not uncommon for people with significant burns to have panic attacks.
I have long, red marks running down my behind and thighs. I am missing skin on my thumb and parts of the muscle are still open. I have to decide if I want to wear silicone to keep me from scaring or ignore it and be an ugly woman of character.
It's disgusting to look at. It's painful to think about.
There was a thought - this would be the day someone would proposition me for the horizontal polka.
Here is the checklist of stuff that tends to occur when I meet guys interested in me.
I'm bloated - check
I've got a zit on my nose - check
When naked I look like a sat on a bunch of sharp shards of glass (because of the burns) - check
It's a bad hair day - check
My allergies are acting up so my eyes are red - check
My waterproof mascara has dyed my face because it won't wash off so now I look like a racoon - check
I'm sad and want to be alone (got some bad news about a dear friend....praying he'll pull through) - check
Yep, this is gonna be the day someone is gonna be interested.
Sigh -
Lets see if I can survive the next 24 without running into a guy.
Yep. I am actually at my least attractive.
It's actually painful to walk or sit down so this would probably be the day someone asks me out.
Hmmmm.
The only time that typically happens is when my three decade old car breaks down. I'd better make sure she's okay on oil, coolant, tranny fluid, brake fluid and blinker fluid.
Just kidding about the last one.
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I broke down and bought a new computer because my computer keeps freezing on Zoom. My new laptop has 12GB of RAM. That sucker is fast!!
I should have bought two - it'll be great for recording stuff.
Maybe soon I can back to doing the work I actually love!
Life is good.
Especially now.
I am not dreaming of old flames anymore.
I'm not sleeping much due to the pain of the burns -
with less than four hours of sleep a night, it minimizes the odds of having creepy dreams.
Maybe the dreams are the Universe's way of getting me off my lazy ass!
May all your good dreams come true and the bad dreams never return.
Love ya lots,
S.
Next Day Edit:
Whew! No one asked me out.
I did, however, manage to fall in love.
I almost brought another male puppy home, though.
Just didn't want to cheat on Houston.
Hugs,
S.m
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