It's what you do.
I felt disgusting all day, all day.
My complection when crazy after getting off the IV, and my eyebrows needed some desperate attention, I haven't gotten dressed in over a week, and I was at the bottom of my game.
Still sick.
And so I decided to butcher my eyebrows, go through the torture of plucking hairs off my face, one by one, expecting it to somehow relieve me from the pit.
But I messed up.
So I waited for mom to be less busy, handed her the tweezers, which she reluctantly took, knowing that I was probably completely drained of endorphines, and had her go at it.
I feel as if my complection has cleared as well.
My complection when crazy after getting off the IV, and my eyebrows needed some desperate attention, I haven't gotten dressed in over a week, and I was at the bottom of my game.
Still sick.
And so I decided to butcher my eyebrows, go through the torture of plucking hairs off my face, one by one, expecting it to somehow relieve me from the pit.
But I messed up.
So I waited for mom to be less busy, handed her the tweezers, which she reluctantly took, knowing that I was probably completely drained of endorphines, and had her go at it.
I feel as if my complection has cleared as well.