So a lot has happened. First, school has ended, and as usual the end of the school year kicked my ass! It's actually rather pathetic. I just can't seem to remember from year to year how busy those last two months are. I'm totally living in a delusional haze, my childhood memories of blissful spring and early summer completely overriding what my brain tells me is actually reality. I can only blame it on some sort of mid-life dementia. Watch I do the exact same thing next year.
Since it's now summer, I cut my hair! Whee! Because if you're gonna make a radical change you might as well do it in summer! (I don't know why I think that's logical but I do.) It's now the shortest I've ever gone. And it's not bad. Short curls/waves all around my face. A little boyish. Super easy. I'll admit I've had other cuts I prefer but it's still pretty cute. For a change I think it's perfect. I get bored you know, and hair grows… which makes it the perfect creative outlet!
Oh, and check this out. After a long and nonexistent campaign, I was voted in as a co-president of our PTA. I know, I'm shocked, too! I thought for sure someone better would come along. It was really like I was just holding someone's place in line to buy movie tickets. And then BAM! All of a sudden I'm on the board. I'm really not the poster child for soccer moms everywhere, what with the punk red hair and swearing sass mouth. And, you know, letting people cut in line. But maybe that's just par for California.
Also… as long time readers might remember I have a thyroid disorder, Grave's Disease. Here's how that breaks down. My autoimmune system, who is in general kind of belligerent, starts up the shit with, "Hey thyroid, guess what? I'm going to make you MY BITCH!!" And my thyroid is all, "Oh no, you did not… I will cut you! Don't test me, I WILL CUT YOU!" because she tends to overeact and spazzes out (which really, she should have figured out by now is just what autoimmune wants her to do. Don't take the bait, kids.) But it's all good because I have meds that run negotiations between the two and generally keeps the antagonism at a simmering stalemate. Except… just recently… my meds decided to totally pussy out of the drama (I'm sure they were sick of it, but still… rude!) and instead they went and hung out in the body's bar with the other miscreants. Now, because of their loitering, I have liver damage! Which basically translates to being itchy, tired, and having headaches because I've had to cut out all medications so my liver can recover. It's amazing how much antihistamines and vitamins make a difference in your life until you cut them out! I will never take you for granted again. Well, there is one medicine I'm still on, a beta blocker so I don't have a heart attack while waiting for my radioactive iodine treatment to be scheduled. Yes, those are my choices. I can possibly have a heart attack from hyperthyroidism or I can become radioactive. Which is just not as cool as Imagine Dragons makes it sound. Not quite the relaxing start to summer I had anticipated. But maybe I'll get some cool mutant powers out of this. I'm hoping for time manipulation. (Although I admit, all of this has been slightly useful for getting out of stuff when I just want to stare at the TV… "Oh honey, I would give you a backrub, but you know… liver damage!")
Anywho, one of the possible side effects of making your body radioactive is your hair might start to fall out! Yay! Which if it does, and since it's summer, I'm totally going to dye it blue. Take that to its furthest conclusion and it's quite possible I could start the autumn with people wondering who the baldy-patched, blue-locked woman is. Oh her? That's our president.
I imagine membership will be leaving in droves!