It’s Wednesday, I’ve got some thing to say, if you don’t like it. Just send it right back.
Since my Neurologist switched my prescription I have to take it twice a day. One and a half in the morning and One and a half at night. Do you know how hard it is to break/cut a pill. Hard. Like a stiff piece of wood. This morning while cracking said pill the other half shot across the room on the floor. Normally I am an obsessive germaphob. I picked that bad boy up and swallowed it like a champ. Confession, I may have ingested a deadly bacteria, but on the plus side, I took my medicine on time. Yay!
I am bitter today. Men should be required to have period once in their lifetime to understand what it is like. Seriously. I don’t even need them to have the gross nasty part of a period. I just want them to experience the emotional rampage that occurs. I’m happy, no wait, I’m really really sad. Where is a knife when I need one? I want to chop all of my hair off because I don’t feel pretty, I want to eat everything that I touch and I don’t care what anyone thinks about me. How am I supposed to eat healthy when my period makes me think about everything else. Food loves me. Is it fair that I ignore that love? Confession, I’m an emotional wreck this week. I stay really quiet at work during this time and it is best for others to stay away. I’m like a human land mine.
I tripped over my sandal walking into work. Twice. Typically this would be funny to me. Today, I kind of hoped inside that I would fall down and need stitches just so I didn’t have to come into work. I really needed to stay home and watch chic flicks and cry. I still want to. Confession, I need to cry today. Not because something is wrong, just because. Life.
Now that I have finished writing this post I am in a better mood. That’s what happens with periods. You never know when that shift will occur. Lunch may be a sad time because I’m eating healthy and no one wants to eat healthy during this part of the month. Click the links below to check out some other fabulous blogs written by people who are not as crazy as I am. You’re welcome.