Syndrome
I bet I’m getting my period again.
My father remarked today that he and my mother had not seen me this happy in ages, possibly since puberty. (He didn’t say the puberty thing in so many words. Actually, he might have said ever. But I don’t think I was unhappy as a kid.)
And I thought, cool, and then I thought but no! I want to cry! And then I got irritated at my mother for asking — AGAIN — about my job. I asked my boss! A bunch of times! I can’t keep asking! I will tell you when I know something! And actually she apologised, because every single person asks me about my job and I DON’T KNOW and it’s a little obnoxious, I will tell you when I know.
And then I told her I think I’m getting my period, and I was sorry I snapped, but please stop asking anyhow.
I hate being premenstrual: I was teary during Dead Like Me. This is not a teary sort of show. (And I still don’t get that Ray/graveling story. I guess this is what happens when you never saw the first 2/3 of the first season.) I hate that I am weepy and don’t get anything done at all and fuck this.
(Now that’s a brilliant way to ensure I never get a blogger boyfriend. Yes! I am a miserable bitch every 5 weeks! But right before that I make pie.)
October 27th, 2004 at 12:05 am
Honey. There ain’t a man alive who won’t face it.
October 27th, 2004 at 6:50 am
Five weeks? That sounds more like advertising a competitive advantage, to me.
October 27th, 2004 at 11:04 am
I don’t know how terrible other people act, though. I don’t really feel that PMS will keep me single forever.
My period isn’t stable. For a while it was very stable at a few days under 6 weeks, then it went all crazy, then it was 4 for a bit, now I think it’s getting itself back up to 5 weeks.
But I could try that: date me! I’ll have PMS less often, if at irregular intervals.
October 27th, 2004 at 2:44 pm
Mine’s unstable as well; I need to get myself to the Dr. but I”m putting it off til after the semester.
I’ve begun watching reruns of that Everybody Loves Raymond sitcom. (I never get to watch these shows while they’re on the regular run on the networks so I get hooked on them years later.) Last night, I watched an episode where Deborah had PMS so bad but denied that her bad mood and bitchy syndrome was related to it, that Raymond taped her. The whole show was her ping-ponging between emotions, and she shoved him into a bookcase once. I laughed my butt off.