Seriously, is it almost 11pm? It feels like I just got home from work. I didn't even have to make dinner tonight and time has still flown by.
So, let's talk about this period thing. I hate it. I hate everything about it, I'm so sick of it. I'm sick of the inconvenience of it, the mess of it, the what-the-fuck-I'm-over-40 pimples of it, cramps, bloating, exhaustion, and the erratic mood swings that have become more extreme and intense the older I've gotten in what are hopefully the waning years of my fertility.
I used to get so irate, so offended when I was having a particularly bad day and some insensitive fuck would say, "What, are you on your period?" How very DARE you!
But turns out...yeah, actually, I probably was, or more accurately, about to be.
And what's worse is that it seems my PMS is getting longer. Now, it's nearly two weeks of depth-of-despair moods where I'm crying in the shower for no reason, Britpop nonstop on Pandora to remind me of my misspent youth and the general "oh my god, is this really my life?" gloom.
I still hold onto the thought that those feelings are rooted in reality to some extent, that I am dissatisfied with my life in some way, but most days, I can handle it. I certainly don't want to kill myself over it.
Side bar: I totally just had an image of Sylvia Plath flash into my brain. I just know that bitch was PMS-ing when she shoved her head in an oven. In fact, right after I had that thought, I googled the Bell Jar and pages such as "suffered from severe PMS" and "books to avoid reading when you're PMS-ing" came up, so there. Noted.
I'm very tired tonight, so this is a short post, but one of my resolutions for 2013 is to write more regularly, so I'm sticking to it.
Incidentally, two of my long-standing resolutions did not have to make it to the list this year: to quit drinking and quit smoking. Drinking is a thing of my past, and I haven't had a real cigarette in over 5 months. Oh, I have not given up my nicotine, but my e-cig is doing the job wonderfully.
Seriously, if you know of any smokers, I highly recommend getting them to try this. It's sooo much safer than the real thing. For both the smoker, and quite frankly, for you.
Meanwhile, the Rottenator and I recently went to eat at one of our favorite chinese buffets and when we opened our fortune cookies, these were inside:
How cool, right? The SAME fortune! Normally my fortunes say things like "You need to improve your exercise routine and stop eating at so many buffets, fatty" but this one was badass. Mostly because the Rottenator looked at me and said "Harry Potter, here we come!"
Actually what he probably said was "Yep. Orlando trip" or something succinct like that, but I knew what he meant.
My Mood(ring) Tone of the Day:
My musical taste is well rounded, yo.
So, let's talk about this period thing. I hate it. I hate everything about it, I'm so sick of it. I'm sick of the inconvenience of it, the mess of it, the what-the-fuck-I'm-over-40 pimples of it, cramps, bloating, exhaustion, and the erratic mood swings that have become more extreme and intense the older I've gotten in what are hopefully the waning years of my fertility.
I used to get so irate, so offended when I was having a particularly bad day and some insensitive fuck would say, "What, are you on your period?" How very DARE you!
And what's worse is that it seems my PMS is getting longer. Now, it's nearly two weeks of depth-of-despair moods where I'm crying in the shower for no reason, Britpop nonstop on Pandora to remind me of my misspent youth and the general "oh my god, is this really my life?" gloom.
I still hold onto the thought that those feelings are rooted in reality to some extent, that I am dissatisfied with my life in some way, but most days, I can handle it. I certainly don't want to kill myself over it.
Side bar: I totally just had an image of Sylvia Plath flash into my brain. I just know that bitch was PMS-ing when she shoved her head in an oven. In fact, right after I had that thought, I googled the Bell Jar and pages such as "suffered from severe PMS" and "books to avoid reading when you're PMS-ing" came up, so there. Noted.
I'm very tired tonight, so this is a short post, but one of my resolutions for 2013 is to write more regularly, so I'm sticking to it.
Incidentally, two of my long-standing resolutions did not have to make it to the list this year: to quit drinking and quit smoking. Drinking is a thing of my past, and I haven't had a real cigarette in over 5 months. Oh, I have not given up my nicotine, but my e-cig is doing the job wonderfully.
Meanwhile, the Rottenator and I recently went to eat at one of our favorite chinese buffets and when we opened our fortune cookies, these were inside:
Actually what he probably said was "Yep. Orlando trip" or something succinct like that, but I knew what he meant.
My Mood(ring) Tone of the Day:
I am so tired of having my period! I am way, way to old for this shit. To think I have gone though this approximately 370 times. Oh, minus 18 months for when I was pregnant x 2 because throwing up so much that I LOST weight was really fun. (Though I admit that is was worth it and there was a means to an end.)
ReplyDeleteI need to have surgery soon for another wonderful female problem ( http://bigfouroh.blogspot.ca/2012/05/wtf-is-rectocele.html ) and I am going to ask my gynecologist if I can just have a hysterectomy. She will probably laugh at me and say no but it is worth asking to be done with this forever.
Periods suck.
ReplyDeleteI'm at that point in life which encompasses no less than 2 stinkin periods a month, some months 3. WTF.
I was just window shopping over at Vixen Vapors the past few days. Once I start working again I plan on making the switch from the real deal to the Vixen... a friend has one and I tried it out over the holidays. Wonderful!