So, I'm pissed at my body right now. Three years of apparently being done with that whole ovulation cycle and this morning I get cramps and bleeding. So unfair. I'm damn lucky I still had some supplies lying around.
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Grrr, unfair for sure.
Ugh, that is the worst.
I was mildly concerned and then I googled so now I have an appointment with my gyno. In a couple hours, because it was that or in three weeks...
Ugh, -t that sucks.
I have my period too, which means it's been about 28 days since I passed out and 28 days of feeling horrible. Ugh. Sick of it.
When I went to Chicago in March, I had my damn period. When we went to Colorado in May, I had my damn period. Next week we're going to Michigan, and guess what's coming with me?
How the fuck did every out of town trip I'm taking this year align with my goddamn period (which should not even be a thing I have because I am 48 goddamn years old, which is too old for this shit)? Uncool.
It's not funny universe! None of us think so!
Sigh. I love my mother. I really do. However, I am really sick of being made to feel like I'm selfish and demanding for suggesting that, while we're on vacation in Maine, we sometimes go to restaurants that aren't specifically seafood restaurants. (Every restaurant that I suggested has lobster or shrimp or something on the menu. I made a point of that. But they're things like Greek restaurants that serve some Greek seafood dishes, or pubs that have seafood and also vegan stuff, and that's not "Maine food.")
That's rough, Hil. I'm sorry.
It seems I have the power to ruin an entire vacation just by mentioning the existence of a food truck called Totally Awesome Vegan Food Truck.