My nails are toxic. At my last visit to a salon, they ground my nails down to what I consider an over-trim, like clipping a cat's claw beyond the quick.
So, Lulu tended to my hands today, before I painted my nails. He took over, and chewed on all the ends of my fingers which needs complete cat cleaning. And after he was satisfied he was done, I thanked him, and I began to consider what is next.
Next was nail strengthener. Then, I did gold nail glitter nail polish. And right now, I am at the first top coat point. And I have a coat to go.
Lulu won't come too close now, because there's product on my hand.
The overtrim was managed in nature. It was a manager decision to make me dependent. I am not dependent. I don't get managed. I stop going. My nails naturally, like my hair, grow very long and thick. I went to the salon for the glitter. The Lord has led me to his managed decision, which is he helped me do my own.
I am sad. Before, I considered the salon trip somewhat therapeutic. Now, no more. I won't be going there much. Rather, I will do my own.
My nails are growing out. They are as thin as toilet paper. Now, I guess that may depend on how thin your toilet paper is, as to how you may assess that. They rip. They grow just a little bit. They rip. I figure I have 3-4 months of this. Then, life will get normal.
There is 1 spot on one thumb nail with a little bit of strength. I can try that spot for picking things up. Mostly, I get a tool. I get a tool, because the nails are not usable as any tool.
As I did my nails, I asked Holy Spirit to be present, and assist me. He did. My nails dried faster than what I expected. I can do that again. And I will ask again.
So, Lulu tended to my hands today, before I painted my nails. He took over, and chewed on all the ends of my fingers which needs complete cat cleaning. And after he was satisfied he was done, I thanked him, and I began to consider what is next.
Next was nail strengthener. Then, I did gold nail glitter nail polish. And right now, I am at the first top coat point. And I have a coat to go.
Lulu won't come too close now, because there's product on my hand.
The overtrim was managed in nature. It was a manager decision to make me dependent. I am not dependent. I don't get managed. I stop going. My nails naturally, like my hair, grow very long and thick. I went to the salon for the glitter. The Lord has led me to his managed decision, which is he helped me do my own.
I am sad. Before, I considered the salon trip somewhat therapeutic. Now, no more. I won't be going there much. Rather, I will do my own.
My nails are growing out. They are as thin as toilet paper. Now, I guess that may depend on how thin your toilet paper is, as to how you may assess that. They rip. They grow just a little bit. They rip. I figure I have 3-4 months of this. Then, life will get normal.
There is 1 spot on one thumb nail with a little bit of strength. I can try that spot for picking things up. Mostly, I get a tool. I get a tool, because the nails are not usable as any tool.
As I did my nails, I asked Holy Spirit to be present, and assist me. He did. My nails dried faster than what I expected. I can do that again. And I will ask again.
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