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Dear Uterus:
We'll have been together exactly 40 years this coming Sunday, and frankly, I thought we had a pretty good relationship going on. For most of my reproductive life you've been steadfast and largely trouble-free. I could count on our mutual friends the ovaries to churn out an egg every 28-30 days, and my periods were similarly regular. You never cramped excessively or made me nauseous, and you very considerately began each month's flow in the morning shortly after I got up rather than surprising me with a hideous glurrrrrrt! in the middle of the working day.
So pardon my bluntness when I ask -- what the fuck's up with THIS? Cramping, nausea, mood swings, headaches, crying jags, the urge to cut, AND starting flow in the middle of the day, not to mention letting loose with a half a cup of clots at a time. As I noted on the GAFF forum, "right now I feel like I simultaneously want to scream, cry, throw things at the walls, explode, vomit, run away with the circus, crawl into a hole and die, AND eat all the chocolate I can beg, borrow or steal. And I can't even have chocolate anymore!"
I suppose after a lifetime of good behavior, kicking up silly buggers in the last two or three years of my reproductive life is permissable... but... ah, hell. Pass the diabetic chocolate and try not to bleed all over my current set of pants. :-P
Sincerely,
A very tired Crowdog
We'll have been together exactly 40 years this coming Sunday, and frankly, I thought we had a pretty good relationship going on. For most of my reproductive life you've been steadfast and largely trouble-free. I could count on our mutual friends the ovaries to churn out an egg every 28-30 days, and my periods were similarly regular. You never cramped excessively or made me nauseous, and you very considerately began each month's flow in the morning shortly after I got up rather than surprising me with a hideous glurrrrrrt! in the middle of the working day.
So pardon my bluntness when I ask -- what the fuck's up with THIS? Cramping, nausea, mood swings, headaches, crying jags, the urge to cut, AND starting flow in the middle of the day, not to mention letting loose with a half a cup of clots at a time. As I noted on the GAFF forum, "right now I feel like I simultaneously want to scream, cry, throw things at the walls, explode, vomit, run away with the circus, crawl into a hole and die, AND eat all the chocolate I can beg, borrow or steal. And I can't even have chocolate anymore!"
I suppose after a lifetime of good behavior, kicking up silly buggers in the last two or three years of my reproductive life is permissable... but... ah, hell. Pass the diabetic chocolate and try not to bleed all over my current set of pants. :-P
Sincerely,
A very tired Crowdog
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If you have some chammomile or green tea, that can help with cramping. So can a shot of Jack Daniel's LOL ;)
hope you feel better!!