Floods

I cried from 4pm Monday all the way through until 4am. Woke up about 6am and cried all day Tuesday. Cried much of the night Tuesday, apart from when I was watching a school show, and when I had recurring nightmares for a couple of hours. Cried all day Wednesday, including half of a very important appointment with my child and various experts.

I wouldn't have thought it was physically possible to cry that much  - especially for me, as I never used to be much good at the whole crying thing.

I look terrible, and not just because of the crying. I went to the hairdresser (my local recessionista hairdresser) and asked for the white strip that developed down my parting (apparently from the shock) to be coloured to match the rest of my hair. I thought this was a clear instruction, but now all my hair is the colour of merlot wine. It's kind of cool, in a plum-ish, purple-ish way, but it's not my colour. Every time I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I see this plum haired, puffy faced old woman and think "who the hell is that?"

So now I look as shit and weird as I feel.