My day of pain

Shit. What a day.

My first batch of electrolysis. And while it doesn't live up to the pain-hype, I can definitely see how it got that reputation. It does not tickle.

One thing that I contemplated, but ultimately thought wouldn't happen, was the concept that I'd slip into that place I normally go when I'm receiving pain from mummy. Well, I was wrong. That did happen. Something else I thought about, but didn't think would happen, was the idea that I'd need aftercare, not necesserily because of how I treated it and the mindframe, but because it was brutal. After it was done, I was only half aware, and that strange mix of exhausted and bouncing-off-the-walls energetic was definately present.

This all caught me completely off-guard. All I wanted was a hug from my mummy, which was impossible at the time. But I held it together until I was in a familiar environment, which was a shopping mall near my house that was on my way home. I forced myself to be aware of how I was feeling, and made myself just sit, and relax, and just take it easy. I got something small to eat, which made me feel better. Then I got an ice cream for a bit of a treat. The little kid in me (read: the entirety of my insides) was happy about that. Then I got on the bus and headed home, realising I had spent a little over an hour at the mall. Guess pushing myself to go slow worked.

Beyond that, though, it went well. I'm not sure if I made a mistake, starting on the part that hurts the most (the top lip) but it's the part that I hate the most, so I want it gone first. I can't say anything about the results, because for all I know she just plucked the hairs out and that's that. I'll know soon enough I suppose. The woman who's doing it is super cool as well, we make a lot of jokes at each other which is great.

Tomorrow, I'm giving myself a well-needed day off from everything. It's just going to be me and my newly upgraded computer. I'm looking forward to it.