It's snowing, and that's okay, but my stomach hurts (well, my abdomen, to be precise, and my uterus, to be even more specific, but that's rather unnecessary) and I couldn't really eat lunch even though I'm hungry.
I dislike classic menstrual symptoms. I dislike the atypical whole-body-ick thing more, but it irritates me no end to feel bloated (as I did yesterday) or to have tender breasts (as I have for a week) or to have been feeling unreasonably mean and irritated and to then get my period. I prefer to think that the ogre of pms is, generally speaking, overstated by drug companies and the like for their own gain. I prefer to think that, while I am lucky to not suffer hideous agonies and clinical emotional changes, I am lucky in the same way that one is lucky to not have cystic fibrosis rather than in the way that one is lucky to have a voice like the woman who sings harmony with John McCutcheon on "Satisfied Mind" on... whatever album that is. It's dark blue and has a barn on it. Gonna Rise Again, that's it. Anyway.
So it's really snow down my boots when I find myself thinking 'damn, the ibuprofen helps the ouch, but what about the rest of the crap?'
I am so not convinced of the wisdom of this whole shedding-the-lining thing. It seems as if a better method could have been devised.
I dislike classic menstrual symptoms. I dislike the atypical whole-body-ick thing more, but it irritates me no end to feel bloated (as I did yesterday) or to have tender breasts (as I have for a week) or to have been feeling unreasonably mean and irritated and to then get my period. I prefer to think that the ogre of pms is, generally speaking, overstated by drug companies and the like for their own gain. I prefer to think that, while I am lucky to not suffer hideous agonies and clinical emotional changes, I am lucky in the same way that one is lucky to not have cystic fibrosis rather than in the way that one is lucky to have a voice like the woman who sings harmony with John McCutcheon on "Satisfied Mind" on... whatever album that is. It's dark blue and has a barn on it. Gonna Rise Again, that's it. Anyway.
So it's really snow down my boots when I find myself thinking 'damn, the ibuprofen helps the ouch, but what about the rest of the crap?'
I am so not convinced of the wisdom of this whole shedding-the-lining thing. It seems as if a better method could have been devised.
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