Today has followed yesterday in being a day of not doing much. I DID manage the bathing thing though, a fact that my hair is super grateful for. I also got several loads of laundry pushed through, but I’m not going to worry about folding that stuff until like… not today. That I got those two chores done in some form or another is impressive enough in my reckoning.
Z ended up staying home resting today, as one might expect with the level of pain he was in yesterday. He’s seemed in better spirits, so that’s encouraging. I’m sure that he will enjoy being out of the house and not child furniture though, ha ha.
My phone rang this afternoon, confusing me. Nobody calls me, and I like it that way. I considered not answering it because it said ‘private caller’, and then remembered that it was probably someone from the hospital. And sure enough, it was. The results of my colposcopy had come in, and she wanted to confirm that I was okay with undergoing LEEP. I am okay with it, and figured it was going to be the case. After all, I’ve tested above average for normal cells the entire time I’ve been here, so. Obviously, I’m not super keen on the idea of my cervix being cauterised, but I’d rather that than yanno, death or cancer or something. And even if the whole thing has been years of annoyance, I’m also grateful to the NHS for looking out for me.
Past that, bat messaged me this morning to let me know that Scott Putesky, the once and former Daisy Berkowitz of Marilyn Manson, died. bat’s superpower is befriending people who were huge stars when we were younger that nobody really knows of that is young now, and he was on the list. We both have a myriad of feels, but it boils down to death sucks, end of. I’m grateful to him for being a friend to bat during a hard time in their life. I’m grateful for the music he helped create that entertained us when we were younger. I’ve got my crystallised memory of him that will be my brain’s go-to whenever I think of him, so yanno… still alive up there.
I guess that’s about it for now.