I find that it's hard sometimes to accept my pain. Most days I can. Some days I'm glad that I only have some pain and not the rip roaring pain that I have other days.

Today's not one of those days, mainly cause my face is zapping again and that hurts like a mother and I'm getting a migraine as well.

I did know that this was coming though. I camped, I packed, I helped throw a friends 40th bd party. I took drugs to push my body through this so that I could do it. I knew that there'd be a price to pay at the end of it all, and it was worth it. I just didn't count on also having the face and head be dumb at the same time.

So I'm whining. You need to do that sometimes. It's good for the soul. And I'll be able to look back on this in a few days and have a day where I'm glad that I only have some pain.

Yeah, so I tried waxing my legs last night. It worked not so bad - though there are lotsa hairs still left, so maybe next time I'm just gonna spring on having a salon do it. 

On the other note, my hubby's a wuss. I didn't make a noise. A bit of a face around the ankles and back of the knee, but it really wasn't that bad. Way better than I expected. And the redness faded pretty quick too, so now I'm gonna just wait and see how it goes - if they take a long assed time to grow back and come in finer I think we have a winner folks, cause shaving my legs is tough.

So hubby asked me to buy wax strips like...2 months ago. He finally got up the balls to ask me to do it tonight. Hah! Dumb mistake.

Aww. Well I love him, and he does look fantastic, but holy hell it hurt. He made all sorts of faces and muffled noises. It was like pelting a bear. His shoulders and back are now hair free though and you can see the muscles and bones now...which ooooh. :D I likey!

The wax strips are really bizarre. The wax itself reminds me more of honey than anything when you peel them apart, and how it sticks on EVERYTHING. However they give you these little napkinettes in a packet that you expect to be lemon scented and instead are oily as hell. But it does take most of the sticky wax crap off. 

I was a good wife and didn't giggle tooooo much. I even rubbed aloe on his plucked chicken skin. So caring am I!

He'd die if he knew I was immortalizing all of this in a blog. Heehee!

Journalling and me just don't generally get along. I'll try it again. Maybe my ass will magically become motivated for once.