Today I’m fighting with my hormones and my body in general. It’s not TIME for it, but that’s what peri-menopausal is. It explains the way I felt yesterday though. (Can I just say? Spell Check came up with “peril-menopause” and that cracked me up SO. HARD.)
My system is in total disarray and I’m seriously not happy about it. A TV show made me do the ugly cry last night. The show we watched after that? I laughed so hard I cried. It wasn’t that funny. I rarely get that weepy over a TV show. (Though honestly, I was a bit over attached to this particular character. Odd for me, but there ya have it.) My moods swing on a dime. One minute I’m fine, the next RAGE!!! OMG!!! DON’T BREATHE IN MY GENERAL VICINITY OR I WILL SMITE YOU!
Physically, I’m not doing much better. My boobs hurt. I have these weird little teeny cramps. I used to get them just before Aunt Flo made her appearance, but now I get them all the fricking time. They aren’t super painful, but MAN are they annoying. I’m retaining so much water it’s ridonkculous.
I’m just a mess in general.
My poor husband and son have to handle all this. I know how much all this is wearing on ME, I can’t imagine how much it’s bugging THEM. It’s like I’ve been possessed or take over by an alien. Ugh.
I try to control the outbursts, and I manage it somewhat successfully, but then when it DOES blow up it’s 100X worse.
A friend of mine on Plurk named Holly Gastgeb posted a comic for me today about this and it was HYSTERICAL:
I totally want to print it and use it as a warning sign for The Tween and The Husband. *Shifty eyes* WHUT????