It’s been a rough three weeks for me.
First, I got the flu on the eve of my trip to Florida to meet The Swede and I had to cancel.
All that vacation prep down the tube: nails, pedicure, body scrub, spray tan, hair.
I felt very sorry for myself, I’ll have you know.
But just as well since I have a busted pussy that I’m not allowed to use.
Speaking of the busted pussy, it’s screaming at me right now from the biopsy.
To be honest, it burns something fierce and I’m really irritated that I have to deal with the painful aftermath of the biopsy while trying to focus on work.
Someone should bring me cake, just to cheer me up and remind me that my busted pussy is only temporary.
At least, that’s my hope.
Results next week.
Until then I’ll just have to keep living this celibate lifestyle, hoping and praying that everything turns out normal.
And I’m not one to complain but it sucked to go to unSCruz for five days and not be able to flirt AT ALL.
I love flirting.
Fortunately, I was able to hug A LOT of people.
Hugs are the exact therapy I need to treat all my worries.
Send virtual hugs, please.
I’m in need of some.