The mental toll of a broken limb
Friday, March 20, 2015
Last night/this morning I just had enough of this broken arm. 2 weeks into wearing a sling and not using my arm I reached a low. I hate sweat pants! They make me feel like I've given up on life unless I am in them to exercise. Usually I don't even wear them to exercise because I don't like getting that hot. I would love to wear dresses every day instead, but I can because I am in the lab with my job and your legs have to be covered. I only have 1 long dress and the top part is not job appropriate. Then there is my hair. My hair is almost all the way down my back. I have blow dried it 2 times in the past 2 weeks and that was a chore 1 handed. It didn't even change the after lookj very much from what it looks air dried. It's a hot mess. My husband is zero help with it. I finally bought a clip so I can put it up with 1 hand. But now it just looks like a hot mess ontop of my head. I hate not taking pride in my inner and outer self. I don't even care what other people think, this is 100% how I feel.
So this morning I am not in a good place. However, it is Ostara and I am determined to turn my mood around. The blessings of new life are upon us. We have passed through the long dark night and cold winter. This too shall pass. I am half way through being done with my sling. Downhill from here.