somehow, this entry became all about my uterus
Urrrrrggggh.
Don't you hate when you can't decide if you're a) hungry or b) nauseous?
I think I'm actually both, which is totally worse. How am I supposed to fix it? If I eat, won't I feel sicker? This is not a I-haven't-eaten nausea. Oh, dear, no. It's a good, old-fashioned, my-uterus-hates-me nausea.
Seriously, I wonder. If I'm prone to nausea when I'm having my period, what does that bode for any future pregnancies I might have? Will I be one of those poor women who is just sick all. the. time?
Since going off the Pill, I've learned a few things, and this month, I think I've learned the most important lesson of all. The past few months, the approach of Aunt Flo has been heralded by the arrival of EVIL BITCH/CRIES AT THE DROP OF A HAT!Snark, who hates herself and the world, in that order, and is completely overwhelemed by the task of day-to-day living. However, the cramps and such, once the blood started flowing (*snerk*), were annoying, but bearable.
This month, EB/CATHDOAH!Snark was nowhere to be seen. I mean, I was a teensy bit emo over the whole World War I thing, but I didn't burst into tears during my lecture yesterday or anything. (I was worried that I might.) Instead, today, I find myself having ragingily painful cramps, total exhaustion, and, ah yes, my old friend nausea--the reason I finally gave in and went on the Pill all those years ago. Hello, old friend. I can't say I missed you.
Despite the metric tons of work I have to do, I had to give up and come home early today and go to bed, b/c I absolutely couldn't concentrate anymore.
But now! Awake and in somewhat less pain, I am confronted by an awful dilemma!
What am I to have for dinner?
Where's my bloody house-elf, anyway?
(Why doesn't LJ have a cramps tag? I mean, I'd guess that the vast majority of LJers *are* women...even if the inventor is a guy.)
Don't you hate when you can't decide if you're a) hungry or b) nauseous?
I think I'm actually both, which is totally worse. How am I supposed to fix it? If I eat, won't I feel sicker? This is not a I-haven't-eaten nausea. Oh, dear, no. It's a good, old-fashioned, my-uterus-hates-me nausea.
Seriously, I wonder. If I'm prone to nausea when I'm having my period, what does that bode for any future pregnancies I might have? Will I be one of those poor women who is just sick all. the. time?
Since going off the Pill, I've learned a few things, and this month, I think I've learned the most important lesson of all. The past few months, the approach of Aunt Flo has been heralded by the arrival of EVIL BITCH/CRIES AT THE DROP OF A HAT!Snark, who hates herself and the world, in that order, and is completely overwhelemed by the task of day-to-day living. However, the cramps and such, once the blood started flowing (*snerk*), were annoying, but bearable.
This month, EB/CATHDOAH!Snark was nowhere to be seen. I mean, I was a teensy bit emo over the whole World War I thing, but I didn't burst into tears during my lecture yesterday or anything. (I was worried that I might.) Instead, today, I find myself having ragingily painful cramps, total exhaustion, and, ah yes, my old friend nausea--the reason I finally gave in and went on the Pill all those years ago. Hello, old friend. I can't say I missed you.
Despite the metric tons of work I have to do, I had to give up and come home early today and go to bed, b/c I absolutely couldn't concentrate anymore.
But now! Awake and in somewhat less pain, I am confronted by an awful dilemma!
What am I to have for dinner?
Where's my bloody house-elf, anyway?
(Why doesn't LJ have a cramps tag? I mean, I'd guess that the vast majority of LJers *are* women...even if the inventor is a guy.)