On Monday, after 72 hours of on-and-off-again inconsolable crying jags:
On Thursday afternoon, after four days of almost never leaving the house and multiple raging and hysterical fits of frustration:
I’m still not happy with it– but I wasn’t happy with it before, either, so what’s a girl to do? My appointment with the specialist has been postponed temporarily until the referral from my GP goes through; in the meantime, I’m crossing my fingers and slowly stockpiling on hats.
In the meantime, life goes on.
*Remember this? Yeah, pretty much wrote that with him in mind. I feel like I’ve pulled a bait-and-switch on him; first the weight gain, now the near-total desecration of hair. And he is, thus far, unfazed by it all. Blows my mind.