Posted by wendy on 2011/01/17
I have a PET Scan tomorrow, and this whole “no caffeine, low carb” diet makes me cranky. I’m just into the 2nd hour of the 24-before period, and I already want a diet coke and some pasta. I can’t imagine how irritated I’m going to be tomorrow–haha. Every single test seems designed to make us as angry as possible beforehand. smash smash smash.
I’m nervous about this one. I don’t want to be. I don’t want to be. I feel like I just cannot emotionally handle any more surgery. (and I’m so afraid they’ll find something else. I just want the surgery bit to be OVER completely. bah.)
On a happier note, I tried curling my hair yesterday, and I really quite like it curly. I keep thinking how much self-portraiture helped me and my body image before–I think I need it now more than ever, because I don’t recognize my body anymore. I’m already doing double-takes in the mirror because I can’t quite believe it’s really me. The weight loss from last year, combined with considerably smaller breasts and short hair—who IS that girl?