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I was wearing my mask because my white blood cell count is low, and I need to do what I can to prevent myself from picking up any viruses. Used a lot of clorox wipes, blue puke bags and lots and lots of hand washing. I had a migraine start to escalate, so I put on my Cefaly in hopes of preventing it from escalating further. As I washing my hands, I glanced up in the mirror and started laughing. I looked fantasmic. I had my sleeping goggles on top of my head, Cefaly on my forehead, glasses on, mask on, and telemetry monitor on. I had to laugh, I looked cosmic! Even though Mallory was feeling yucky, I said (in a robot voice) "Mallory! I am not your mom, I am a robot". She started to giggle. I heard the most heavenly words "Mommy, I love you! Even when you don't feel good or I don't feel good, you always find a way to make us smile. We are Warriors (as she makes growly noise)!"
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| Ha! Ha! I look beautimous! |
Morale of the story: Don't give up, keep moving, find another way, and don't forget your smile along the way. :)
I especially love the bed head hair sticking out in the back!
Mallory and I had a great laugh.




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