I feel like I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster in the past few days.

Monday I had the job-ish interview for a post-doc. It went well, but as expected… yada yada yada I like you but I have no money.

Tuesday I drove back and caught up with my work.

Wednesday I saw my plastic surgeon again. Luckily my wound is getting smaller. It shrank 2cm last week, so instead of being 11cm wide, its only 9cm wide and I can actually see the skin starting to scar in from the outside. Bandage changes still suck. Pain meds are still needed – but its making progress.

Now Thursday… I feel like I should mention is TOM and that + Valentines day = crazy hormones. Plus this was officially the first Valentines Day of my life I have had a BF. A serious BF, one who I know loves me – so I was expecting SOMETHING from him.

I texted him at 7:30 when I got up… something cute and V-day ish. No response…. For an hour and a half, and he only texted me ‘cause he was stuck in traffic. And it wasn’t even V-day related! So needless to say, I was starting to get pissed off. So I assumed, give him time, he’ll do something sweet. Or you know, at least SAY Happy V-day.

Nope.

So I’m mad at him. Officially mad at him. He didn’t get why I was mad, so I told him. Then I finally had to tell him, ‘hey jerk, want to say happy v-day or something.’ He did, through a picture message he copied of Reddit… I was still mad. My emotions were all over the place. I was basically thinking, I know this guy doesn’t plan anything, like ANYTHING, but I thought he would at least put SOME thought into this. As the day dragged on at work, and people kept texting me or asking me what TJ had done for me, and my response was “NOTHING.” Cue grumpy cat. Seriously. I had like six people ask me. Do you know how annoying it was to be constantly reminded your BF has done nothing for you on Valentine’s Day? Very…

And then I was also mad at myself for getting so into this holiday. Usually I just kind of ignore it. Dress cute, have fun makeup… this year I felt I was entitled to at least a card or something. It didn’t have to be anything expensive. Hell I would have been happy with a Happy V-Day text. (by the way – never got either of those) Where did the independent woman who had survived 27 previous V-days gone? Why was I so upset? I was mad at myself for being upset. I was mad at TJ for sucking at life. It was annoying.

So I went to Ulta to buy makeup to cheer myself up. After browsing for a bit… none of my coupons worked. I was going to buy fancy foundation – the coupon I had won’t work on ANY of the fancy make-up… ever. And I didn’t really need the other thing I grabbed to use my 20% of coupon, so I kind of left the store in a huff. And then proceeded to lose it in my car. I was so annoyed.

So I went home. Curled up around my Pomeranian and just tried to calm down. I literally made myself sick. Super bad headache, nausea, so no emotional eating yesterday…

I eventually watched the Walking Dead from last Sunday and that of all things cheered me up—which tells you what kind of mind state I was in. My one friend Mariah kept trying to drag me out. I got a little bit of a rally in me. Went to change my clothes. And hurt my arm. And felt annoyed at having to wear this massive bandage and ace bandage. And then felt upset again, and then laid on my bed for an hour.

I turned my phone off again. I was just annoyed at the world. Refused to leave. Sat around half-dressed in a robe because F-it. Then TJ called. He was super chipper and perky and reeeeeeeeeeally annoying. I didn’t want to talk to him. I almost didn’t. He blah-blahed about how work was really long and how he was just going home, and how he was busy all day… and I was like… uh huh. Yep. Sure. Nope. Single-word answering him. After that call I just curled up in a ball again.

Then the jacka$$ knocked on my door and gave me flowers. He drove 2 hours to bring me flowers. I was still really mad at him, and I just ended up crying all over him. And yelling at him. It was ridiculous.

I hope he learned his lesson. I don’t like surprises. If I’m having a sh!tty day – then cheer me up and tell me you have a surprise for me. Don’t play this “I’m ignoring you” game and then try to surprise me. I hated it. I hated yesterday. Even though I got to see him, it was too much emotionally for me with TOM and everyone else getting love and attention.

So yes, I saw TJ and I got flowers, but I was miserable yesterday. And it sucked. He got up super early today to drive back for work – and he won’t be spending the weekend now. So it was cute…. Ish…. Eventually… but I still don’t know how I feel about the whole situation…

I really hated yesterday. But I made myself so sick I didn’t emotionally eat… so there’s THAT… I guess…

Happy Cheap Candy Day everyone…