Icon use is ironic. Talk of lady issues ahead
I've been having a rough couple of days. Yesterday, with no warning whatsoever, I got hit with my first period in two years and three months. (I'd forgotten what a massively icky nuisance it is, although this one seems a little extreme, I gotta say.) I don't think it's a sign of something wrong with my lady-parts; I have anecdotal accounts from other women who've had a sudden recurrence after a long drought. It may be mind over matter, my subconscious ramping things up after my birthday, trying to rouse one last hurrah from a tired uterus.
Another theory: There is scientific evidence that being around other women who are having hormonal surges can trigger one's own hormones, in which case, I blame it on J, whose cycle tends to be sporadic, and who got hers last weekend. Supporting this is the fact that I was always commendably regular, and the ONLY time in three decades that I ever had mid-cycle spotting, I was hanging out with J's mother.
Third theory (This one's a stretch!): I've read that there are some substances that can cause bleeding (or miscarriages) if taken in quantity, and one of them is licorice. I've been on a Good 'n' Plenty/Twizzlers kick lately---maybe in conjunction with hormones and whatever?!
Anyway, I had to run down to WalMart, because OF COURSE I didn't have supplies with me (and even if I'd been home, I haven't got that much anymore), which infuriates me: Food stamps won't pay for that, and cash is, as always, at a premium, no pun intended.
Begged off media night with J, as I'm crampy and don't feel like moving, let along going wnywhere. Called GK and chatted for a half-hour about her new home in NM and how she likes it. (A lot!) I asked her what the job market is like...I know, I'd be doing good to visit, let alone relocate, but the thought of locking up my crappy house in a crappy neighborhood and departing for someplace interesting and new sounds SO appealing.
Now, if I can just figure out what I can do for dinner that doesn't entail going out...frozen lasagna, here I come. Blergh.
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Another theory: There is scientific evidence that being around other women who are having hormonal surges can trigger one's own hormones, in which case, I blame it on J, whose cycle tends to be sporadic, and who got hers last weekend. Supporting this is the fact that I was always commendably regular, and the ONLY time in three decades that I ever had mid-cycle spotting, I was hanging out with J's mother.
Third theory (This one's a stretch!): I've read that there are some substances that can cause bleeding (or miscarriages) if taken in quantity, and one of them is licorice. I've been on a Good 'n' Plenty/Twizzlers kick lately---maybe in conjunction with hormones and whatever?!
Anyway, I had to run down to WalMart, because OF COURSE I didn't have supplies with me (and even if I'd been home, I haven't got that much anymore), which infuriates me: Food stamps won't pay for that, and cash is, as always, at a premium, no pun intended.
Begged off media night with J, as I'm crampy and don't feel like moving, let along going wnywhere. Called GK and chatted for a half-hour about her new home in NM and how she likes it. (A lot!) I asked her what the job market is like...I know, I'd be doing good to visit, let alone relocate, but the thought of locking up my crappy house in a crappy neighborhood and departing for someplace interesting and new sounds SO appealing.
Now, if I can just figure out what I can do for dinner that doesn't entail going out...frozen lasagna, here I come. Blergh.
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