I did go to the doctor about the increasingly short/unpredictable periods and that is exactly what they said.
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Really? God, I hate going to the doctor. Which makes no sense because I'd having something serious more...
I didn't mean that in an "I think something is terribly wrong" sort of way, more that it'd be driving me crazy, and I'd be all, "Body broken! Fix it now! This sucks!"
You know, I've tried that so many times. No wonder therapists hate me.
We have cork at work in our freight elevator lobby and our kitchens. It is awesome. I am totally getting it done when we buy/build our house.
I didn't mean that in an "I think something is terribly wrong" sort of way
Oh, I know! My mind goes there all by itself...and then avoids the idea by not calling until something really bad is happening.
I'm going to give it another day, I think. Although now I don't know when the hell to expect another period. Hmmm.
Cork sounds cool. I can't even imagine having carpet in the kitchen. It'd be disgusting in the space of about four days, and I'm not even factoring the dog into it yet.
Hmm. Back when I was in my 20's, before I ever went on the pill, I had 30-35 day cycles. When I went off the pill a few years ago they settled into this stupid, annoying shorter pattern. I hoped having a kid would reset the system again and I'd get at least a 28-day cycle out of it, but no such luck. As long as the cycles stay regular and I'm obviously ovulating, the mere fact that they're annoyingly short wouldn't mean that my biological clock is ticking any louder than that of any other 34-year-old mother of one who might eventually want another, but was thinking of trying in 3 years or so rather than right now, would it?
I remember reading that statistically, you are more likely to be injured in a robbery/mugging/what-have-you if you have a weapon. This is probably a combination of people not really knowing how to handle the weapon and the fact that you are increasing the chances of the attacker panic-ing.
and I'm not even factoring the dog into it yet.
Yeah. I basically end up vacuuming (vacuuming?) two or three times a week. I hate vacuuming. A lot.
Ya know what? When you type the word vacuuming that many times, it begins to look like a made-up word.
Vacuuming. Vacuuming. Vacuuming.
I need a drink.