Today I went to my follow-up appointment with my gynecologist. It is apparent that I am going to need more time off as my lady bits have not fully healed. The sutures are still there and other things are still going on that I won't get into.  She is now saying May 16 as the date for back to work. Partly, I am so relieved because I am still sore and so tired but I am stressed about money. It will all work out I guess. 

Well, it if official. I am growing a beard.  While going to pick up my kids this afternoon I reached up to scratch my chin and there was a fucking  hair. Not just the normal peach fuzz but a course fucking hair that stuck straight out.  As soon as I got home I ran to the bathroom and sure enough there it was. I ripped it out immediately. I should have known that as soon as I got my hair to all one length that something like this would happen. This makes me believe that surely God must be a man because no loving female entity would allow this kind of shit to go on. This time next year I am probably going to have a full beard. Am I going to become a woman that walks around with hair on her face and just not give a shit? One day personal appearance just gets to be too much and I will just throw in the towel and give up wearing deodorant, shaving my legs, waxing my eyebrows and colouring my hair? I will have to start weighing myself at truck scales. A team will have to come to my house to bathe me. They will have to wash my beard because it will have all sorts of shit in it. My grandchildren will be terrified of me and my beard will make them cry. It is happening, my friends. If you keep reading this blog long enough you will see.