I was in the house all day yesterday binge watching TV programmes and drinking tea so I didn't have much to stress about. I kept my hand cream and oil etc. beside me and used them throughout the day. I keep noticing how much nicer my hands feels from the constant moisturing. Of course, my stupid fingers are still crooked (those basketball years destroyed my poor hands) and my knuckles still do my head in, but they look nicer to me in general.
I've still got a bit of black on my thumb nail from where I tried on my black nail polish because I couldn't get it off with nail polish remover and couldn't really be arsed putting in more effort so it's there until it goes away on its own.
My thumbs seem to be growing so slowly, but I know that when they do grow they'll have the longest nail beds and be the strongest. So I just need to be patient with them. The same goes for my peter pointers. These four nails are also the nails with the most natural shape. They aren't ski slope nails which is great. These fingers don't have a weird shape at the end, which makes the rest of my fingers take on a...bulbous shape. I don't even think that this is something that can be fixed. Sad times. It's my fault which sucks.
It's a nice feeling making it to a week and it makes me excited for when I can write about hitting two weeks, a month, two months etc. I'm getting ahead of myself but it's just one of those things that happens. When you reach a week of nail growth and can see free edge and a (slightly) lengthening nail bed then it's impossible not to plan ahead to a time when I can wear nail polish, rings, tap my nails on a table and hear the nice tapping sound, look at the palm of my hand and see nails peeking over the top of the tip.... the lost goes on.
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