I have been taking my meds. I have had bronchitis since May 5. They started me on anti-biotics on Wednesday (I missed a day of work due to fuzzy/light-headed/coughing) and I am starting to feel much better. I hate that it is not trivial to discover whether bronchitis is bacterial or viral.
I did a bunch of social stuff.
I went out with a friend for dessert and met someone new. Then went to see Shakespeare in the park with a group of people (okay, the same friend and her family). It was a really enjoyable production of Much Ado About Nothing by Cromulent Shakespeare. You should totally go.
Hmmm... I have fallen way behind on posting. Also on my running. I plead sickness. And full-time job. And... mostly sickness. I can start running again now, though. Breathing totally helps.
This weekend I am rehearsing for FGC (Friends General Conference) where I will be singing with a fiddle player. I will be using a microphone, which is actually the part of the performance that has me nervous.
Not singing in front of people. Not the fact that I've never really soloed on voice before. Not the fact that I don't have all the words memorized...
the microphone. That is the scary part.
I want to dye my hair.
Okay, really I want to shave my hair in the back by myself RIGHT NOW because it feels long and shaggy. It doesn't look long and shaggy. I know. I looked at it yesterday while trying on swimsuits (#theninthcircleofhell). No luck in the swimsuit department, but the hair is objectively NOT shaggy.
Okay, I had some luck in the swimsuit department, but it will require a great deal of fortitude on my part.
Note: since last summer I have lost around 30 pounds and 3 boob sizes. Healthily and slowly; don't panic. However, this means that my swimsuit from last summer looks completely ridiculous and doesn't feel that great either.
None of the one-piece suits I tried on fit very well or felt very comfortable. Never mind the fact that I am hyper-critical when viewing my body in skin-tight lycra. What ended up feeling the best (and really not looking all that embarrassing) was a two-piece beauty that I cobbled together with a modest bikini bottom and a really cute sports bra.
It remains to be seen whether I will be able to bring myself to wear this in public. Certainly when I am "at the lake" with just my family around this will be an option. Otherwise I think I am too self-conscious about what other people will think when they see someone with my body (okay, I guess that would be me) baring my belly in public.
Back to the crisis (ha) that is my hair...
In the bad old days of hypomanic/mania I would have stopped mid-post to cut my hair. After discovering that there are no appointments RIGHT NOW for someone else to cut my hair.
But I also want it to be blue. Or purple. Or maybe turqouise. Just in a few places. And I really don't want to do that on my own.
I bought the permanent dye, though. And then... impulse control kicked in. Also, I can get a refund on the dye. Win win.
Before you try to talk me out of the wacky dye job... this is so I will be able to let my hair grow out a bit. Which I would like to do for while. And if I have something else going on (like wacky colors) I will not be tempted to whack it off at the roots. Okay, not quite the roots. I last had it cut in April. And it is still not long. (I went a bit short last time).
This is a very image-oriented post.
I sometimes focus on external stuff when I am having internal angst. I doubt that makes me unique.
Anyway, thanks to my extraordinary willpower, I managed to get a groupon for hair cut and highlights to my regular salon. AND make an appointment. For next Friday.
This is how I will celebrate being DONE teaching 6 hours of math per day. (Sorry math... but you are just a tool.)
Grateful Crap: colors of stuff. really bright colors
Quaker, teacher, parent,