New Hair!

I finally got my hair cut! See the pictures below. It was long enough to donate since at least 10 inches could be chopped off. All of my curls went to Locks of Love. For the donation, I received a free haircut. It's a good deal if you ask me.

Too Much To Do...

Too much apathy.

In other news, Kyle's getting his hair cut this weekend. WOW! After two and a half years, it's coming off. Personally, I didn't mind the long hair (as long as mine was longer).

I'm watching Donna Dewberry paint on TV and I am fascinated. I hate it when people say they cannot draw or paint because every one can. The difference is how they feel about their art work. It amazes me how one line in a drawing can make it look 100% better. I think most people make art too serious and hard and that is why they are not content with their work.

Recovery, cont.

I thought the pain would be going away more by today, but no luck. I feel like I've been stabbed with a dull iron rod through my bellybutton. If I am perfectly still, I feel okay. Otherwise, I feel like I can't get the invisible rod out of my belly.

A really weird thing happened today, too. After taking a shower, I got very nauseous and turned an interesting shade of whitish gray and got dizzy. I promptly went to bed and started to sweat like mad--dripping sweat. The episode only lasted a few minutes, but I have never felt like this before. I don't know why it happened and it has not happened again. Maybe I stood up too fast.

After visiting the doctor's office I had a little lunch and then got my hair cut (just the dry ends trimmed off) by a girl named Holly as part of my "getting well" treatment. I've known Holly for a couple of years and she graduated from beauty school at the beginning of the year. She took a lot of care and did a good job.

After a nap, I got online to find out a little more about my condition. My doctor is very nice and uses very nice words sometimes and medical words I do not hear everyday. I researched the things I was told and found that I actually had two tumors (benign, thankfully) that were removed in my lower abdomen, not just "blister things" like I was telling everyone else (the doctor did not tell me I had blisters--I said that because that is how I interpreted what I was told). The tumors were pushing up against other organs in my tummy, therefore causing a lot of pain and nausea along with the other scaring and lesions found.

Wow...2 tumors...no wonder I was in so much pain. And it only took a month and a half and 2 appendicitis scares to figure it out.




Pet Peeve of the Day: The neighbor's cigarette smoke stinking up my house.