Have you ever had one of those days where you anticipate a breakdown? When we were going through fertility treatments, I often took my makeup to work with me in anticipation of my nurse calling around lunchtime with results and/or next steps. Whether those phone calls contained good or bad news, I usually needed to do a little midday repair to my face, at least enough to get me out of my office and to the car without completely alarming anyone.
I'm bringing my makeup with me to work today. It's January 3rd, and I'm heavyhearted.
My grandpa used to affectionately call me "Blondie" during my tow-head years. Although my hair color is enhanced now (I prefer the term brightened), the Dr. title is legitimate. I've reached the end of my formal educational journey, but I continue to learn each day. This blog documents my mind-blowing and miniscule discoveries, which I can assure you are anything but academic.