Self-careless day in Current Events

I’m fasting today, thus I’m a little hangry. Sunday is my sacred self-care day. I call it sacred because I value time alone. I get the apartment all to myself where I get to do anything I want without having to be mindful about anyone else.

My coffee enema did not go the way I wanted it to. I aim for 13 minutes before I release, it allows my blood to be filtered multiple times. My gut was not happy about it, I suppose it’s busy with the fast. I couldn’t make it the 13 thirteen minutes.

I didn’t last the 20 minutes with my Epson salts either. Close enough though. Sweating in the hot tub is worse than the coffee enema. I like the heat, don’t like the sweating. I can taste the salt. I bring a glass of cold water, I feel woozy after. It’s just the salts, baking soda and tea tree oil.

I bought some sample sizes of purple shampoo, conditioner and a mask on Amazon. I doubt it will get rid of the brass. I don’t regret going sterling, I just wasn’t prepared for the upkeep. I managed to get the shampoo I first bought to lather correctly today. The hair that has all the length is still brass. The rest is sterling. I did not wash my hair at all this week. It’s been shedding the most it has ever shedded. I can barely look at my hair in the mirror.

The only thing that changed is that I take nettle root, it’s supposed to help stop the hair loss, not accelerate it. Prevents the hormone that causes it. I could just go see a specialist. I would rather not fight with my hair, I could just shave it all off and surrender. Another fun side effect of the nettle root is that I wake up to pee now. Another thing it is supposed to help prevent. It’s just backfiring over here. Next it will decay my prostate health instead of promoting it.

My body image issues are trying to bubble up again. I don’t need to add that to my bad mood. Beauty fades, I should just let it go gracefully.

I don’t have the energy to finish everything I started. I’m starving myself, that’s why. I need to get to the store. Then make some hummus, hot sauce and do some meal prep. I am also aiming to make laundry detergent today. I hesitant to wash my new satin sheets. The washer is ruining my clothes, I also want to avoid everything fragranced because of my eczema. Blah

I am clumsy as fuck today. I split my foot open somehow and I don’t know when that happened. I am all over the place.

Kim returns to work tomorrow, she’s been gone forever. She had surgery. I am worried about my hours now. I am part-time but I only had a handful of weeks where I didn’t work full-time since I started a year ago. It is what it is. Brenda is now off because of surgery so I probably don’t have to worry just yet. All the full-timers are old and falling apart. They should give me a full-time position.

My inner guidance has me worrying about finances. Not my own, but for the whole world. The reset button is about to be pushed, or so it seems. I’m not prepared. Those who know how to play the game won’t be played. I’ve been dragging out doing a crash course on currencies so I can start investing in some. It’s just so boring I can’t focus.

Anyway, my hair is dry enough now. Off to the store.