We’ve recently adopted a cat.
Originally this was (my boyfriend) Anil’s idea, after a few “slumber parties” with two random cats we’d found, cold and (so we suspected) hungry outside on our balcony. Eventually we leant that they weren’t abandoned, nor starved.
They were just … well, cats.
2018 has not been treating me well … In fact, this is actually a big fat understatement.
It all started in January when I woke up with an excruciating pain – a kidney stone. I am a pretty tough cookie when it comes to pain, but OMG this was another level. It was small enough that they couldn’t do anything to it, but way too big for it to pass without me almost fainting away. I had only two options: suffer through the “out of this world” pain or be all dizzy from the “borderline illegal” painkillers. It took 2.5 weeks to pass. Ouch.
During a CT scan to find that stupid stone, another scary growth was found on one of my ovaries, that scared the sh** out of me as they referred to it as a tumour. Everyone who has lost one of their dearest people to cancer are very afraid of that word.
I know this post is not beauty related. Don’t worry, I’m still a beauty junkie (with a face mask on as we speak) with a plethora of skincare content coming …
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We are halfway through January. A month of new beginnings and numerous personal challenges. Did you know about 80% of all new year resolutions fail by the beginning of February? Well, life happens and all your dreams about becoming a yoga guru chewing on a stick of celery after a fulfilling day at work crash into pieces. Instead of going for a long walk, you end up spending Saturday binge-watching Netflix with a bowl of crisps and a glass of red.