In case you're wondering, and I know you are, because you're here, at my blog... everything hurts and I'm dying and no wonder my vicodin prescription is so strong (apparently it was a strong enough dose that my insurance company raised some eyebrows and the pharmacy and doctor had to go through a few extra verification steps to get insurance to even cover it).
I literally wore sunglasses, at night, indoors, to my kids' PTA movie night. I'm THAT person right now.
Obviously I am 100% make-up free right now per doctor's recommendation, so I don't mind hiding behind gigantic dark sunglasses either. I'm a mess. My right eye is swollen and I look like I belong on a poster for a domestic violence hotline ("No, really, I just fell down the stairs... stairs that are shaped exactly like a fist.")
I am on a lovely cocktail of all medications right now. So many drugs. So many.
I also wanted to mention that I am STILL, somehow, against my better judgment, continuing with my detox and alcohol + coffee ban. THIS IS A TERRIBLE TIME FOR ALL OF THOSE THINGS. Not that I'd be drinking alcohol right now anyway (mixing uppers and downers is how you die, people. Don't do drugs, mmmkay?), but dang. It's just so much. I'm sticking to the plan. I don't *need* coffee or beer. I need a freakin' ice pack and a nap. (Notice how I'm still dressed Type 4 even while recovering from surgery? All or nothing, babe.)
Tracy is a sometimes-working software engineer, all-the-time mother and wife, long-distance runner, biracial, shoe-loving, multi-lingual, world traveling, wannabe fashionista who drinks entirely too much coffee. She lives in the Seattle area and enjoys making babies and judging people.
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