Along my earlier lines of morphing into Fat Bastard, what a decadent week I have had! It seems I have done little more than drink coffee and/or wine, do lunch and attend dinners with my beautiful friends and family! I like it. In fact it’s a shame it will all come crashing to a halt on Monday when we head to Brisbane for my operation.
I keep reminding myself these are good luck/we love you catchups not goodbyes! As a couple of times its been so much fun laughing and reminiscing about good times that I’ve wondered if this is what it’s like to attend your own wake😁! Mum didn’t appreciate this statement. In fact I got in trouble. (42yrs is not too old to feel the wrath of your mum!)
There’s a whole lot of silly things racing through my head at the moment, most keeping me awake often at night. Not the least being my ongoing search for hospital nighties!! I really don’t like nighties. Finding suitable hospital sleep wear.. no embroidered flowers, no satin/lace and no Disney characters plastered across my chest…the struggle is real! So in between my numerous social engagements this week I have shopped (albeit for nighties)!
I know it doesn’t sound like this week could get much better eating (too much), drinking (too much) and shopping.. but it does!
I’ve also had a whole lot of pampering! A beautiful facial (thanks to my dear friend Dreens), a sensational Thai massage, new hair and waxing (TMI?)… I’ve never been so maintained in my life! My lovely beauty therapist even waxed my top lip!
This went a bit like:
Beauty Therapist, “Rosie your top lip needs waxing I can’t stand it any longer”
“Oh seriously?!” I exclaimed not realising my top lip was so Groucho Marx…
I was then hit with the warm sensation of wax on my top lip.. followed by the quick rip!!
“ARGHHH”, as a lip waxing virgin I must say WTF was I thinking!!!!
Not only did it hurt ALOT but my top lip now looks like every follicle is angry about the hair that it has lost!
Stella lying in the hammock with me this afternoon looks at me intently… ‘Um mum, I don’t think you need any more beauty treatments before your operation’.
‘Do you think I’m beautiful enough?’, I asked tongue in cheek.
‘Nah I don’t think its working for you’ she replied.