Sometimes it's the Daddy who says justtherightthing. Silver tongue devil that he is. As most of the readers of this blog know, I have been battling one illness after the other for the past ten weeks. Surgery, complications, multiple infections, severe hypothyroidism, cancer, radiation. It's been... rough... to say the least. And you know what? It shows. EVERYWHERE. I'm not looking my best these days. I have gained 15 pounds, my face is swollen and haggard, there are huge bags under my eyes, my skin is pasty white. It's not good, and I am fully aware of that fact.
My husband just poked his head into the room and said "you know, after your PET scan and you're off isolation, I think we need to go out for a date, just the two of us and celebrate". YES! Of course! That sounds awesome!
"But you're going to need to primp," he says. Primp? What does he mean by that???
"Rob, are you saying that I need to curl my hair and wear make up?" I ask innocently.
"Yes. That would be nice," he says.
"Do you realize that I did shower AND curl my hair today, and I am currently wearing make up right this second?" I say.
"WHAT?!?!?!? YOU ARE?!?!?!" He asks in alarm.
"This is it, my friend. This is the painted pig. Being sick has taken it's toll."
"Good Lord," says he, as he shuts my door and walks away, shaking his head.
That makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. Good thing I know how to laugh. But yes. I have aged ALOT over these past ten weeks, and am not looking my best at the moment. Not that I was a beauty queen to begin with, but.... yes. Taken it's toll. Hopefully this look is reversible!
I'm thinking a trip to the beauty parlor is also in order.
Thursday, March 9, 2017
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