*stumble, drag, groan...*

*sings off-key*

My period is coming!
My period is coming!
My period is coming!
Hooray, hooray, hoo-RAY!

*scowls and looks around for something to break*

Because I'm perimenopausal, my interval between periods has been anywhere from 21 to 28 days for the last couple of years. Therefore I can't say exactly WHEN the storm will break, only that it's getting close.

I have so little energy this morning that after I'd gotten some coffee in me, I actually double-checked to see if I'd taken my first dose of Ritalin. I had. But it feels like I'm running totally on empty. My back hurts. My head hurts. My brain feels like someone opened up my skull and poured in a bucketful of sand.

The cats, on the other hand, have been full of bounce and vinegar all morning, running around and play-fighting and generally having a great time. It makes me tired just watching them.

Bad news on the work front: last night George spent all night laying panel flats on pages that had already BEEN panel flatted. A completely wasted shift, and considering that he laid the original panel flats himself, I'm more than a little bit ticked. But there's not much I can do about it now.

I really should have a shower today. In fact, I think I'll go do that right now. Perhaps it will wake me up a bit.

Yeah.

Menstruation and blood sugar levels

May the Gods bless the Internet, from which all information flows. Apparently many women with diabetes find that their blood sugar levels are harder to regulate in the days just before their period:

http://www.africansisters.com/women/Challenges_of_blood_sugar.html

http://www.diabetesnet.com/diabetes_information/diabetes_women.php

http://www.womenshealthmatters.ca/centres/diabetes/reproductive/menstruation.html

http://www.insulin-pumpers.org/textlib/menses3.txt

This makes me feel a little bit more hopeful that my metabolism isn't completely shot.

Having a shower turned out to be a good idea -- I came out of it with my eyes *gasp!* actually open. Then I exercised, only 8 minutes, but it helped a bit more. And George was kind enough to make lunch for me: sausages, eggs, mixed vegetables, and toast. It was delicious. Emmie even got a little piece of sausage, which made her one happy cat indeed.

Now I just have to corral my achy brain and make it buckle down to work. All I really want to do is curl up in bed and sleep. Ah, hormones. How wonderful they are.

Some Ty Templeton fun

I recently found a one-page comic by a favorite artist of mine, Ty Templeton.

Enjoy!

( Little Known Facts about the WORLD OF CARTOONING )

Hormonally lobotomized

Gods, I feel so hormonally lobotomized right now. It literally hurts to think or be creative.

( Nasty thoughts behind the cut )

So here I am in the studio, listening to a program on Frontline about the presciption of psychiatric medication for children, and I find myself wondering how stupid you have to be to think that throwing psychotropic meds at a developing brain is generally a good idea. Yes, there are some children who have serious behavioral problems and need meds to stay on an even keel. But diagnosing bipolar disorder in a three year old child?!? There's even a doctor who specializes in diagnosis children BEFORE the first bipolar episode, and giving them massive amounts of medication as a preventative measure. Please. It strikes me as a money-making scam heartily encouraged by the drug companies.

In an hour or so I am definitely ordering a Domino's Pizza Brooklyn Style Pizza. I have cravings, oh yes I do, and the thought of that pizza is the main thing that's keeping me going at this point.

I wish this backache would go away. Time to take some more Aspirin and have some fresh coffee.

I'm an idiot right now, but this guy...

... this guy sounds like he's PMSing ALL THE TIME.

I mean, seriously, what, he thinks he's being clever and sarcastic?

Honestly. Some people's parents should be fined for failing to teach them basic civility. In my hormonal irritability, I hope that the gentleman or lady in question mouths off to the wrong person in Real Life at some point and gets a sharp, painful lesson in proper etiquette.