In the mail today:

• Something from National Government Services for a person who doesn't live here anymore, by the rather splendid name of "Agnes Lacedonia"*.
  
• A letter from Cornell University's medical school inviting me to participate in a study of treatments for PMS.
  

...the timing of the second piece is, in light of the day I've been having, eerie ( Read more... )

My period--and, consequently, cramps--just started, and here I am at work without my ibuprofen. Worst. Timing. Ever ( Read more... )

Time to bleed! Oh, joy.

(Suffer in silence? What's that? HA.)

You know, I'm not a heavy drinker, in terms of volume or frequency, and--unlike many college students--I don't think it's cool to brag about how wasted I got over the weekend, and how many different creative places I found to throw up. But, right now? I have to say, the main thought getting me through this one, last, godawful take-home final (for ( Read more... )

OK, seriously, I am so filled with hate right now. EVERYTHING HURTS. I have the sinking feeling that I've just spent way too long totally fucking up my syntax homework, but I honestly don't know because I can't even focus on my notes for more than five seconds before my eyes start crossing. My train of thought has not just jumped the rails, it's ( Read more... )

Beginning-of-period cramps + Me still not understanding the concept of an umbrella, namely that one has to take it with one for it to be of any use + Sniffly nose (leading in turn to sinus pain) + 6-hour school day on Mondays and Wednesdays = One of those days ( Read more... )

Well, I just set a personal record for worst cramps ever. I woke up around 7:00 in the morning with demons poking a big twisted knot in my gut with little fiery pitchforks. I stumbled out of bed to a) pee, and b) get my heating pad and a hammer to bash my brains out with (didn't find the hammer, unfortunately). I felt like I was going to throw up. ( Read more... )