There are days where everything just seems overwhelmingly horrible. Things that did not bother us days ago drive us crazy and all of the challenges in our life seem insurmountable. Yesterday was one of those days for me. My husband has been gone since November of last year and I miss him terribly. The only thing keeping him away from me is paperwork, and that drives me crazy. We usually can only talk on the weekends, but every time my phone rings I still wish and hope that it is him calling. I am not a person of few words, and so I feel so disconnected from him when we can't talk frequently. Most days I am alright, but yesterday I just wanted to talk to him and hear his voice.
My thirteen year old sister Sarah also went into the hospital with abdominal pain a few days ago, but was told that it was no more than she needed to eat more fiber. She just had her braces put on, so because her teeth were so sore she was primarily eating smoothies. In the process of finding out what was wrong with her, however they uncovered a large cyst on her ovaries. The ER doctor told my parents it was no big deal, but the pediatrician called the next day to tell them another story, that she needed to be seen immediately and have it checked out. It should not wait. She has an appointment with the doctor soon, but I still worry about her. She has no idea about the cyst because my parents do not want to worry her needlessly. I feel so anxious about her, I did not know how to cope with it.
The other thing that happened yesterday was my haircut. I know this is nothing in comparison to a cyst, but it is a big deal to me. I fried my hair with my new flat iron, something I had never done before. My hair is naturally curly and it went from beautiful and curly to unmanageably frizzy and painfully tangled. Everything I read told me that you can help the symptoms, but once your hair is fried you just have to cut it off and wait for new healthy hair to grow. I decided to cut my hair short even though I was trying to grow it out. I have cut my hair a few times before, but had never messed it up. I managed to make myself look like a poodle. It was the worst haircut ever. So, on top of having horrible fried hair, it now looked like a dog groomer had cut it. I had to go to Great Clips and have the stylist fix it. I now have very short hair that I hate. The hairstyle itself it cute, but I just didn't want really short hair. I also can't style it in my normal way by using either a flat iron or a curling iron on it, so I am left with putting gel or mousse and scrunching it. Not a bad look, but not one I want every day.
So yesterday was one of those days. I had so many things planned to do that evening, and none of them got done. I relaxed in front of the TV and crocheted. I went to bed earlier than usual, hoping that today would be better. I am babysitting and I have been working on other crochet projects, so it would be fair to say that today has been a pretty average day. I feel better today because even if today isn't a great day, at least it is better than yesterday. So, thank you Lord for all of the bad days we have, because they make the average days that much better, and the great days awesome.
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