... for your support and kind answers to my blog yesterday. Before I posted I had decided to see the counsellor to see if it will help in any way. I honestly don't think I'm depressed and what I think will help me the most is getting the evilfibroids zapped/sliced/strangled and climbing out of the waiting limbo up into the trying limbo.
On a different tack. I cut my hair today, it's been a while and it was getting far too long. I've been cutting my own hair for years, partly for economy's sake and partly because every time I've seen a hairdresser they have always wanted to straighten my hair and the one time I went in with it straightened? Yup, "Have you ever thought of leaving it natural?" Gah. I think I might have been a bit over enthusiastic with the scissors today. I can't understand how I always seem to forget forget just how much my hair curls and bounces up when it dries. It looks ok though, I'm not afraid to be seen in public without a hat, Ray didn't laugh and it grows like a weed.
Oh and someone needs to take my bank card away from me whenever I get near a computer. Ray's too soft and easily manipulated. I need steel. Might call my Mum.