Today is that awful day that comes round once in a full moon.
This weekend was the awful precursor to the awful day.
I found myself weeping incessantly on Saturday, with zits blooming all over the left side of my face. My friend Robin called and I tried talking to her adorable boys about their new window art projects, but I just couldn't stop crying.
Then Sunday sweet hormonal relief happened.
And today--the horrific physical pain that follows the end of the hormonal rollercoaster.
Usually on this day of days, I curl in a ball and weep softly to myself, while rocking.
The weeping actually helps the pain.
Today I had to work. So today, I plotted out my work methodically. I scrubbed and breathed. I mopped and sighed. I cleaned and sang. I told my co-workers that I would be singing along with my ipod, and I didn't bother to ask whether they liked it or not. Singing/crying really does help with the pain.
So I sang myself silly.
I was so pleased that I made it through the night without fainting. I came home and watered the flowers and now I'm going to go to bed.
Good night cruel day of days. Until next month!
1 comment:
My face always breaks out too once a month. I hate what the menstruation does to me. I'm crabby and crying and an emotional wreck. For the first time in 2 months, I cried this past week. Over something stupid. I couldn't figure out why, and then it dawned on me, "duh. it's my time of the month". Until next month, my enemy of a friend...
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