Ugh I like him so much I’m gross
This my second boob lump to get taken out. First was noncancerous and this is just like the first. I should be fine EXCEPT I HAVE TO WEAR A BRAVO AS A BOOB SLING FOR TWO DAYS WHAT IS THIS NOISE
Also thank you, you are sweet :)
Work selfies on different days. My hair is a vague pink orange salmon.
Surgery went smoothly. No more lumps in my boobies yay.
Pain meds are a bit of a trip. I’m hypomanic without the anxiety so I’m a chatty lil motherfucker who can’t sit down. It’s fun but my hypomania doesn’t come round very often and it usually gets shut down by my anxiety pretty quick. I’m not used to being this amped and I don’t think I’d wanna be this way for an extended period of time.
Fun for now though :3
- spilling food
- missing buses
- worrying my parents
On a happy note imma be picking up a journal with G in the next couple days. We’ll free write to each other and end our entries with questions or prompts in case the next person needs help getting started.
I am so excite.
Vague tw for PTSD but nothing specific discussed.
An old PTSD(?) symptom has cropped up again. Did a good job of stuffing it down for a long time. And now I have to deal with it because it has arisen once more. I have never discussed it with anybody because that makes it real.
I don’t want it to be real.
Tw ed under “cut”
My clothes are starting to fit weird again. It’s hard to tell with shorts and t shirts and tank tops but structured pants don’t lie.
Welcome, winter. It’s been a while.