Hot mess

Two post-op appointments later and the news for my parts is pretty good.

Gynecologist has cleared me for all activity (she means SWIMMING, people) and said to come back in a year. Plastic surgeon wants to do one more procedure, scheduled for just before Christmas.

As for my state of mind? I’m a literal hot mess of a headcase.

Think I’m finally starting to process everything that’s gone down this past year.

And the tamoxifen-induced hot flashes are no joke: From chilly in our late fall weather one minute to dripping with sweat the next.

Add insomnia, the ennui that visits this time of year like fucking clockwork, a feeling I should be doing more with my life after this wakeup call, the fact that we need a vacation…I seem to add up to a well-documented cliche.