14,386 Days Alive
36 Inches Crocheted Across
1 Caramel Churro Eaten
I need a hair trim so badly. I have an accidental mullet growing out with the rest of my hair. I can pull it back into a ponytail up top, but the back is just long enough to drive me bonkers.
I’ve still got a shadow headache from the damned migraine that started Wednesday night. Thursday I left work early, Friday I had to call off because I couldn’t see to drive to work. I’m just… it’s hormone related, because it’s the full moon which often coincides with the start of my uterus trying to kill me. I hate it. Hate hate hate.
The body dysmorphia is fucking awful.
I’m so tired of trying to keep going. It’s especially difficult when my uterus is in rebellion. I hate having a uterus. Being able to yeet the uterus would be amazing, and now that I’m approaching four decades of age, maybe I’ll be able to get it done? I dunno.
I’m working on building inventory to make money doing craft shows as a side hustle. It’s not sucking the joy out of crocheting yet, but it is a concern. I’ve been so hesitant to monetize my beloved hobby because I don’t want to start hating it. But I have to make some sort of side money because I’m not making ends meet as it is now.
Anyway, I’m going to go take more pain meds and put an ice pack on my face, praying that my brain stops trying to escape out my eyeballs. And that the metaphorical ice pick in the top, side, and back of my head stop throbbing. Fucking cluster headaches.
Take your meds, folks.
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