I feel, these days, as though I've been dropped into another dimension...
...a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. [As though I'm] journeying into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination...
... hormonally speaking.
I've landed myself in the middle of a 3 week cycle.
It's I'm getting old.
*WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST DEALS WITH FEMALE SUBJECT MATTER AND IS INTENDED FOR A MATURE, WOMANLY AUDIENCE. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
I mean, for the past 6 months or so, I have PMS for a week, the period for the second week, and then I get one week off for good behaviour.
That's just not right.
The worst of it is, that the PMS comes in the form of major body discomforts- if you would ask how I feel that particular week, I might answer, "Pregnant". Sore, swollen breasts, extreme fatigue, nausea and bloating...
*HEY, BUCKO, IT'S YOUR OWN FAULT. DON'T SAY YOU WEREN'T WARNED. THAT'S WHAT THE LITTLE LEFT POINTING ARROW IS FOR, OR THE LITTLE RED "X" IN THE TOP RIGHT HAND CORNER. COME BACK LATER WHEN I'M FINISHED RANTING.
Actually, that's not the worst. The worst is when the cycle hits a pot hole and sends the whole road trip out of wack. When the nasty PMS lasts more than the week it's supposed to last, and the cycle looks like it's stretching out past 4 weeks.
It's probably all part of "the change", right? I had a Great-Grandmother who went through menopause at 36 or something; maybe, at 44, I'm putting those genes into effect.
I just wish my boobs would quit.
And the stomach.
It's like being in a weird limbo-land, with burning, bloated breasts and a queasy belly, waiting for the other hormone to kick in and make it stop...
There's no place like home... there's no place like home...