Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


Quiet Days

Quiet days sometimes are good days. I ate well today, but didn’t walk. I felt a bit dizzy but since MyChart doesn’t update me right away, I have no idea if my hemoglobin has dropped. I suspect it may have dipped slightly for me to feel this way, but beyond a little dip – I think I’m still sitting well. The Home Health Nurse came today – I had to show him where I ripped through the sterile dressing and caused a wound that is starting to ooze. He gave me a look…like do you see your claws. Yes sir…I do. Yes I did it to myself. 1) I didn’t realize I was going to get GVHD of the skin and 2) Telling me not to scratch is not helpful!!!! I really don’t want to file these down. But I think for the sake of my skin I might have to. I just got them done as a gift to myself!!!!!

Sad Panda

Welp. Before the sleeping hits me and I spend the remaining evening scratching and potentially ripping my skin I filed it down. So sad. But I know it was the more responsible thing to do especially right now. I’m starting to yawn so it seems like the medicine is starting to take hold and it’s time for bed. Tomorrow will be an exciting day of Costco / Groceries for J and the kids. I will hopefully get 20 minutes on the treadmill in and go back to walking now that I can breathe.



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About Me

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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