Warning: The Following Entry Shall Be Filled with Information of they type dealing with Hormonal Suffering. In other words, menstrual musings. If you are the sort that is made uncomfortable by this topic you may want to avert your eyes and flee now.
Yesterdays entry was inspired by that wonderful visit that all women get and so look forward to every month. It seems that my body decided to not only grace me with one of those wonderful visits, it also decided to put me through hormonal hell. The words I wrote yesterday were not my own. They belong to Metric's Song Monster Hospital, and I have been told that they are about the singer dealing with her own monthly hormonal torture. Click the link up there to check out the song and video. It's been my Mantra these past few days, over and over whenever a cramp grips me or whenever I get a PMS pang I just sing about how the war wont stop and how the war won because lets face it ladies, we can Midol ourselves, we can do whatever it is that we do to relieve the symptoms but no matter what we do the damn thing wont go away, at least not until we hit menopause, and then there's a whole new group of wonderful hormonal torture to welcome into our lives. Thank Mother Nature, you sure are a swell chick!
I haven't suffered from a period this bad since, well I don't know when really. And I'm thinking about my poor daughter. Soon she shall be going through the exact same thing I am. I can't believe it, but she is actually looking forward to her first little experience with PMS. Silly Girl. I remember when I was that age feeling the same way. I was excited about the idea of 'becoming a woman' but at the same time terrified of having to deal with all the tampons and pads that come with it. Nobody ever told me about the bloating, the unrelenting need for chocolate, the moodiness and crabbiness. Nobody ever warned me of the cramps and all that other fun stuff that goes along with 'getting your period'. And I admit that I don't want to warn Dot, at least I don't want to scare her. And I think if I try to explain how much I hate my period she may start to feel a bit more apprehensive about the whole thing. But at the same time I'm not doing as my own mother did to me, telling her that it's a wonderful and beautiful transformation into the flowering world of womanhood. I think that my Mother even had sitar music playing in the background as she attempted to tell me about what a wonderful journey lay ahead of me. I just rolled my eyes, told her to shut her yap and went on with my life. My Mom always tried to sentimentalize everything, to the point of making it all hokey and cheesy!
Anyways, so now that last entry is explained. I shall now return you to your regular, man friendly programming
4:47 p.m. - February 26, 2006
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