Stitch Free!



I thought only ‘Snitches got stitches?’ That’s what I learnt in LA? However, in Feb 2014 (the month of apparent lurve) I realized that Glamour Pusses get them too….HOWEVERY GUYS….at noon today, I…quite reluctantly due to my naturally girlish squeamish ways…had my giant stitch across my neck snip and puuuulllled OUT! I no longer feel like the Bride of Frankenstein…and to be honest it was sore, but it didn’t ‘ouchy’ as much as i thought it would. It does however feel odd, because I seem to be under the impression that if i move my neck too fast, my head will roll off? I’m not joking. ๐Ÿ™‚

It’s still healing. It’s still swollen. I still have a follow up. But right now, it’s just a scar without a stitch! Hurrah! Maybe a cuppa….WINE..:) might make it feel less sore. But nonetheless, i’m one step further to being ‘back to normal.’ Yipppeee! I’m happier already. Relieving that stitch has made me feel somewhat free. But i did have to WALK to the Doctors surgery…because I’m not allowed to drive yet…and because I’ve given Keiran my car to go work away in for a week, as he went through a stressful last minute, van breakage, drama. Never fun! Nice, aren’t I! ๐Ÿ™‚

But yes…crossing roads whilst not being able to effectively turn your head is rubbish. It’s a disaster of a game. I must have looked like a moron in ‘glam.’ ESPECIALLY when there’s so many people you manage to bump in to, who want to say ‘hello.’ I looked really anti-social, as folk were shouting ‘Chrissie’ from across a busy road. I couldn’t turn my head fast enough to respond…lol…so i just Miss.World waved with acknowledgement and smiled. The good thing is that I can get away with that!

I was completely inappropriate at the doctors office, to the point where the Practice Nurse said ‘I better do this one’ to the very glammed up student observing. ๐Ÿ™‚ I don’t usually like students because they always moan about being broke, yet spend all their loan on cheap tequila shots ย at bars, on specifically catered nights and live off cereal for months on end, whilst moaning a bit more. This student was ace, because she had obviously spent her dosh on makeup. My favourite. ๐Ÿ™‚

My appointment ย was sort of like ‘comedy’ hour because I always put on a show when i’m terrified. The big things I can deal with. The little niggly bits…like stitches…SCARE ME. The fear comes upon me…the curtain goes up…the show begins. I even over perform to the people in the dodgy seats at the back.

But it’s over now and I can get on with my week. I’m looking forward to seeing the babies tonighta! They were such a delight last night and BOTH slept through that today they are my favourites. ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m loving how close they are becoming as Junior’s getting older. He slept like a log next to me last night, however although Ruby did sleep her way to snoozy and wake up happy…she repeatedly screamed ‘Daddy’ through her dream land, followed by ‘bot—bot.’ We’ll get there.

I’m obsessing over trying to be a success right now and simply because I always believe that i’ve let myself sacrifice for others, out of laziness, or dilly dallying. I’m confident now and i’m kitten fresh. In my past, I’ve helped everyone, but never gotten helped (aside from my good friends and my mum and the family) and if I do, there’s usually some kind of dodgy consequence that I have to deal with. But i’m happy. I’ll get to where I want to be and i’ll do it with a strut. A champion, ‘look what I did’ strut, like the kid who got the candy, like the Mama with the struggle, who raked in her accidental millions. ๐Ÿ™‚

Oh shit, i need to buy a dress….

Must go! *Wiggle-giggle-wink*





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