lilliott

Well I am on day 6 of the heaviest period ever since the beginning of time. This is so awful I cannot describe it. Going to call my doctor's nurse today because it's making me crazy.

The whole UTI/whatever it was because I doubt anyone really believes me just because the urinalysis showed no sign of infection and SO? So what? I believed I had one and that's what matters. The internet told me I had renal failure and I only believed that for, like, thirty minutes. My husband said I had a UTI in the brain. Oh, honey, that's not even possible. I was just going to say that the whole UTI seems better today.

Also, I had to wear a bandana out on Sunday and it sucked but not as much as I thought it would. Of course I only went ONE place. My sister came over later and messed with my wig and made it look somewhat presentable. And then we realized I'd put it on backwards. So probably I shouldn't wear a wig because I'm not smart enough to do so. You have to be pretty smart to wear a wig because they are mind-boggling. With the TAG and everything that GOES IN THE BACK as tags normally do. I once thought unicorns were real (and also, invisible cream. thanks loony tunes). So now you understand the kind of brain power I'm working with.

I'll still have to take the wig to the stylist because it needs a trim. I wonder if I'll actually be brave enough to wear it. What if there's a sudden gust of wind and it goes flying off? What then? I'll have to run after my fake hair. That will be so much worse than falling down every single step at the library when I was eleven.