Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Blurrr

Despite the platelet transfusions my stats still slipped below the safety level of the biopsy. So in the morning I had another platelet transfusion and was wheeled off to get my biopsy. J had and event with the kids I know they really wanted to have him there for. And well I was too tired for any engagement. I couldn’t even muster up responses to text messages. I was just tired. Also fentanyl- whoa. They sedate me when they take the bone marrow biopsy. For the remainder of the day- I just slept, went to the bathroom and slept some more. I guess that’s the zeroing feeling. Nothing.

4:51 Asleep. Snuggled or star-fished. Horizontal or diagonal.
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Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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