Today Was a Good Day
🌼 Date: Tuesday, December 23, 2025
⚡ Energy: Better than expected
💔 Status: Alive (medicated, baking)
🌞 Outlook: Cautiously optimistic, clippers nearby
Today was a good day.
And I don’t say that lightly.
I think — I hope — we finally found the right combination of meds to shut the nausea down. Pepcid paired with my nausea medication seems to be the magic ticket, and for the first time in a while, I wasn’t bargaining with my stomach all day.
Even better, my doctor confirmed what I already suspected: I should not be vomiting and feeling this nauseous. So we’re adjusting meds again — a different anti-nausea prescription and something to help me sleep. If this works, maybe the 40-hour awake cycles can officially retire. I would love to sleep like a normal person again. What a concept.
And the best part?
This isn’t my new normal.
Today felt… productive.
Normal-adjacent.
I baked.
Wrapped more gifts as they arrived.
Did a little sewing.
Worked on a creative Christmas project.
Not survival tasks.
Life tasks.
So yes — a genuinely good day.
And then there’s the other part.
The part where if I even look at my hair wrong, it comes out.
Scratch my head? Hair.
Run my fingers through it? Hair.
Exist near it? Hair.
It’s reached the point where touching it feels like a betrayal — like my hands are accomplices in something I didn’t agree to. At this rate, I’m not sure how much hair will even be left by Saturday.
So tonight, there’s a strong chance Casey and I fire up the clippers for a pre–head shaving trim. Not the full send. Just… easing into it. Shortening things up so every shower doesn’t feel like a crime scene.
This is the strange balance of right now:
Relief and loss.
Hope and grief.
Medication wins and hair everywhere.
Both things are true.
Both get space.
But today still counts as a win.
I felt better.
I lived a little.
And I’m meeting what’s coming on my own terms — clippers included.
We keep going.
💗
— Tina
One Badass Day at a Time
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