Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

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Dave

It begins again, transfusion after transfusion. I hope whoever this blood belongs I can get better. I find the notion of taking someone’s blood as odd, and granted it is a very important role in my survival. Nurse shift change, I’m tired again. I had to pee at 4:30am and couldn’t fall back asleep until around 5:45am when the nurse stood by my bed side and I immediately woke up with the word “F*ck Oh My God! Sh*t. What The Fu*k

You can’t just wake people up like that you can legit give someone a heart attack. Scared the living crap out of me.My stats dropped so it is infusion day. I hope I get got home in a few days. Not sleeping consecutively is awful. So counter intuitive. Like your patients need to rest to get better…don’t they?

It was sad to see the kids go back home yesterday, I have really missed them. S’s version of what happened is usually plagued with “and and and”, “so so so” as well as “oh oh, and then” – It makes me laugh that her story telling is sometimes an hour production. Baby girl…just tell the story!

I’m having a hard time expressing myself lately. I don’t want this to be a record of all my sadness. I want to express my happiness but I feel like my cup is empty. How do I fill it up? With gratitude!

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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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