This summer has been quite interesting. I've been recovering from surgery and have had a few setbacks with the recovery. Today I just barely figured out that it is nearly September. Seriously, that's how high on Percocet I have been with this recovery. I don't even know what day it is or where I am even.
Unfortunately, the Percocet is gone. I am slowly starting to get back to life. This weekend I bumped into an old high school friend. Of course, I had to look like Hell's half acre. No joke, my hair is ratty mess, I'm wearing my black lace leggings with a men's button up shirt that has motorcycle's printed all over the fabric. And instead of styling my usual flowing wig I have a piece of gum in my hair. Seriously, who gets gum in their hair?
The friend looks at me and says, "Whoa, this is a new look for you."
I can smell her cheap dollar store perfume as she sneers down at me.
The only thing I can say is, "Yep, I'm styling Skid Row chic over here."
What is there to do but smile and wave her away.
Yep, we are all going to have those days where we feel like crap but the trick is learning to enjoy the moment. It doesn't hurt to be on Percocet either.