Look everyone, it’s a Christmas miracle: I’m wearing makeup!
Also, I did my hair (and, OK, I did it in much less time than it really needed, which meant the curls had mostly dropped out by the end of the night, but given that I haven’t even been washing my hair lately, this is huge progress for me!), and wore clothes that couldn’t reasonably double as pyjamas, for the first time in weeks. Like I said, a Christmas miracle: they DO happen!
There were two reasons behind this, er, transformation…
01. I got more good results at the hospital on Saturday.
Once again, my hormone levels had dropped by around 60%, and they’re now low enough that the hospital have told me I only have to come in once a week from now on, as opposed to the every-few-days routine I’d been on until now. That would have made my next appointment Christmas Eve, unfortunately, but we decided to go in the day before that instead, in the hope that the results will continue to be positive, and that Christmas Eve can just be… well, Christmas Eve, as opposed to a day filled with hospital visits and nervous tension.
I’m not getting my hopes up too high about that, though. Although things are definitely going in the direction, and there are lots of reasons to feel positive, I won’t be fully discharged until the hormone level is back to zero, and I’m very aware that there could still be a couple of bumps in the road before we get to that point. Mostly, though, I’m just really, really tired of this: of the hospital, and the blood draws, and the long wait for the results, which never seems to get any easier (although, thankfully the blood draws themselves have been significantly easier the last two times: the current thinking is that my veins had been damaged by the repeated injections, but are now back to normal, so long may that continue!), no matter how many times we go through it. It’s almost a month now since I was first diagnosed, and it kind of breaks my heart to think that it’s STILL not over, but this wasn’t actually the tone I intended to set for this post, so moving on to reason 2 for my return to normal clothes, if not quite normal life…
02. Iiiiiit’s Christmaaaaaasss!
Or, at least, it WAS for us, yesterday. Terry’s family, you see, are not all going to be here in Scotland on Christmas Day itself, so as we won’t be able to see them then, we decided to have a little pre–Christmas celebration at Terry’s mum’s house, yesterday. We went all-out, too: Christmas dinner, exchanging gifts, me eating waaaaay more chocolate than I really should have… it was awesome. For obvious reasons, I’ve been feeling even LESS festive this year than I usually am, but it’s hard NOT to feel some of that Christmas spirit when you’re surrounded by lots of good food and smiling faces, so it really helped give Terry and I a bit of a lift… and, of course, now we get to do it all over again this weekend!
As for the outfit, this is, unfortunately, one of those ones that looks better in real life than it does in photos: both the sweater and skirt have a bit of a shimmer to them, so I was going for a subtly-festive look, which had the added benefit of an elasticated waistband, for all of that food.
Right now, we’re in that slightly surreal week-before-Christmas stage, which is being rendered even MORE surreal this year by everything that’s been going on. I’m not quite sure whether it’s a blessing or a curse that there are too many distractions to allow things to feel anything like “normal” again just yet, but I guess getting dressed was a good start, so I should probably aim to do that a little more often, huh? We’ll see how that goes…[separator type=”thin”]
New Look sweater (similar)
Primark skirt (similar)