Warning: this blog contains the rantings of a PMS'ing, extremely hormonal, young woman... you have been warned
So yes I am PMS'ing. This is the time that I hate being a girl. I get irritable, I cry for (almost) no reason, my entire body aches, and I just want to sleep the whole time. I just ... ugh ... every month it gets worse and it just really makes me angry. It's not bad enough that I live in an all girls rez with all the outside drama (that I try to stay out of I really do) but then I get drama going on inside my own body. ARG!
Some days I just want to scream. I mean it just keeps getting worse every month (both the PMS and the drama, though I suppose, being in an all girls rez drama is to only be expected). Why does my body seem to hate me so. Not just with mood swings, or cramps, but I get the deluxe package, complete with crazy mood swings (at the top of the highest mountain one moment, at the bottom of the ocean the next), cramps, back aches, breast pain, I crave food all the time, my sleeping pattern gets messed up, my face breaks out, my body retains water, the whole nine yards.
What makes me even more angry is the way that the medical profession treats me. "Well it hasn't totally screwed up your life, so here's the Pill". I don't want to be on the damn Pill. Yes, I have tried it and it works a little, but I'm sorry, even though my hormones are already messed up, I don't want to be screwing with them even more.
Now I'm going to go make some tea and breathe deeply and try to calm down.
Some days I just want to scream. I mean it just keeps getting worse every month (both the PMS and the drama, though I suppose, being in an all girls rez drama is to only be expected). Why does my body seem to hate me so. Not just with mood swings, or cramps, but I get the deluxe package, complete with crazy mood swings (at the top of the highest mountain one moment, at the bottom of the ocean the next), cramps, back aches, breast pain, I crave food all the time, my sleeping pattern gets messed up, my face breaks out, my body retains water, the whole nine yards.
What makes me even more angry is the way that the medical profession treats me. "Well it hasn't totally screwed up your life, so here's the Pill". I don't want to be on the damn Pill. Yes, I have tried it and it works a little, but I'm sorry, even though my hormones are already messed up, I don't want to be screwing with them even more.
Now I'm going to go make some tea and breathe deeply and try to calm down.
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