Post op day 1- my mom has yelled at me for trying to sweep, I’ve made her watch Hamilton twice, and I’ve cried because I want to leave my house so bad. Also, my nerve block hasn’t worn off yet and I’m all hopped up on tramadol and I can’t feel a friggen thing. 🎉
Can a girl with bangs please tell me what planet is making all 38 of my employees drown in their own feelings? And more importantly, how I can fix it aside from dropping all 38 of them a bag of Candy*?
* I dropped all 38 of them their favorite candy. They’re still sad 💔
Showing up to Father’s Day brunch with the essentials. Happy Father’s Day to all the dads but especially to my dad and brother who are two of the best around ❤️
How does one go from being fiercely and defiantly independent to asking for and accepting help? Asking for a friend who has a torn MCL, LCL, and meniscus and can’t do shiiiiiiiit on their own.