The Angry Uteri of TFP

See multiply that by how many wives rich men used to take in the middle ages and suddenly it makes sense why Mohammed went to go live in a cave for a bit.

 

I should have a few more days, but I was late on two pills so she's getting a little grumbly early.

 

I hate getting older! She doesn't come at a timely fashion anymore. Ugh!

 

Stupid coworker's violently hemorrhaging Uterus has made the commies more vicious than usual. She's at 14 days and her pull is strong. I just hope the commies lighten up in time for my final oral review. My whole lower body hurts.

 

They're here, but for now they're not making a scene. Haha.

 

Watching a series finale while hormonal and waiting for the commies' arrival will turn me into a super emotional SOB.

Lesson learned.

 

Depends on the series finale. Dexter will just piss you off.

 

Well, yeah. I've spent the last few weeks rewatching the entire Lost series. So, that.

Definitely not Dexter.

...But hey, being pissed off is an emotion.

 

I think she's got a name now, and that name is Thelma. Seems appropriate.

 

The Communists are coming. I fucked something up at work, the other person involved is not taking any responsibility, I have a roommate in my 1br apartment and we're tripping over each other, and I want to go home. I'm on the verge of tears and this sucks.

 

I am on my period and actually NOT feeling bloated for once. I've been living on my own for about half a week and cooking for myself again, and I realized the other day that I've already visibly lost weight. Then, started my period. Those two things usually don't go together. Ever. But I'll take it!

 

Hands down the worst month I've had in as long as I can remember. The PMS started weeks ago. So much weirdness that I peed on a stick just to make sure things were status quo. I want to kill people. I want to cry non-stop. I can't eat, then I'm starving. I've got vertigo and motion sickness from feeling the lining of my uterus peeling off. Fecking night sweats and hot flashes. Hemorrhaging bright red for a few days. Lovely. If this keeps up, I'm going to the doc this week. I'm already stressed, have been feeling like shit for weeks. Anxiety through the roof, despite therapy and my best efforts. Angry Uterus is a bit narcissistic and histrionic this month. And last month was so quiet and typical. I'd cheerfully rip the throat out of half of the people I come into contact with and then cry when my tire pressure light comes on again. *sigh* I just needed to vent. This one is bad.

 

Our Psycho uteri synched up. I don't think that's a good thing.

 

I still want to kill everyone. :/

 

It stirs.

 

Indeed, it does.

 

Back less than a month, and I'm already syncing up with y'all? Weeeeeird.


heh. Anyway, no pain yet, but I want to eat ALL THE FOOD EVER. Especially carbs. Oh, god, bread. Bread with cheese. Biscuits and mashed potatoes. Boston cream pie. Lemon bis—okay, I'm just torturing myself now.

It's frustrating, because I've been keeping to a low-cal plan for the past couple months...but I may indulge in a plate of nachos or something tonight instead of waiting until Sunday.