You down with TBE?
Yeah, you know me.
TBE = That Bitch Estrogen.
Yesterday Aunt Flo was knockin' on my door.
And later that night, I was sitting on the brink of insanity.
This was not PMS.
This was not a touch of the blues.
This was OMGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWDDD I WANNA DIE..........
Over something that was not THAT big of a deal.
I'm pretty mortified this morning.
Charlie Brown is a good sport, seeing that I talked to him about it and told him that my doc had thought there was some serious neuro dysfunction coinciding with my menstrual cycle but wanted to see how the meds did overall before targeting that time of the month with any particular treatment. He said, "I'll let you get away with the insanity plea this time, but let's get this figured out, ok?"
Yeah, let's. This sucks.
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FWIW- I think the stars might have been aligned funky, or something, last night. I had a major meltdown last night for no good reason (not even AF to blame it on) and am feeling really silly about it today.
ReplyDeleteTake good care of yourself.
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain. I have the same kinds of issues.
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Hilarious! Thank God - a little surgery took care of my problem, but I feel your pain nonetheless!
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