After 32 years of having my period 13 times per, you'd think I'd be better at this. But no. Sometimes I feel so toxically hormonally polluted that I think I'd appreciate having someone cart me off for a few days of forced confinement.
Today was one of those days. Half the time I felt like an angry poodle and the other half I felt like a mollusc without a shell. Either frothing at the mouth and attacking people or hiding in a corner, wondering why everyone kept poking at me - nothing in between.
At work I barely restrained myself from screaming at two people after they made what I felt were idiotic remarks to me. I was literally chewing my lips to keep the words in so I might avoid getting fired. The dialog box in my head sounded like one of those hip-hop songs on the radio where every sixth word is blanked out.
I really felt like I was slipping about 3 pm. I wrote a nasty email, then re-wrote it and re-wrote it. I looked at it forever (about 5 minutes) and finally deleted it because I realized that sending it would not be good for me and my career path (whatever that is).
Then Mr. S called and invited me over to meet the new roomie. The request overwhelmed me. That seemed like an impossible task - to meet someone new while I felt like I was losing my mind and just wanted to go home and eat bags of Trader Joes Banana Crisps while sobbing into a hankie. I almost started crying just thinking about it.
Thank God for Evening Primrose Oil. I went over to the drugstore and spent my $9 on a bottle and 45 minutes later everything was fine. Works every time. Better living through chemicals. Yes.
Linkateria - what I do for real fun.