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09 June 2010 @ 10:26 pm
Day of The Suck  
Yep, that's today. I slept horribly last night. I couldn't fall asleep and then when I did, I woke up like every half hour in horrible lower back pain. I had a brunch scheduled with The Mother and I woke up late for that because apparently my clock is all messed up from losing power last week. I had less than an hour to get ready and when I got into the bathroom - hey ladies, guess why my lower back was killing me. (though that explains why I cried last night during the Glee finale and again tonight during the George Kirk death scene in the Star Trek movie. Right? It's not because I'm a little girl or anything.) Then I went to put my contact lens in, thought it was in and so leaned away from the safety of the counter and blinked and pop - it came flying out of my eye and onto the floor. And hey, it's not like I can see to find the damn thing when I don't have my contact in my eye! By then I was running so late that my mother had shown up and one thing went right - she found it! It was salvaged. I got like a 3 minute shower because my mom was already here and my back was killing me and I felt unclean all day. Then I accomplished nothing, had to go lay down with the heating pad and then (because I am a masochist, I schedule both parents on the same day just to be done with it all) I had dinner with The Father, which always takes like at least two hours and it was killing me to sit up that long. Day One is always the worst but man this is brutal. Finally my dad left and I got in the shower again and though I feel fresher, the shower and the warm drink that followed have done nothing to help the pain.

Here's my complaint - if there is no chance I'm actually going to reproduce or enjoy the act that causes reproducing - the sex - then why the hell am I forced to go through this every month? Biology can bite my ass.

The only thing to do now is curl up on my side and think about RPS until I fall asleep. It's four hours earlier than I usually go to bed, this is ridiculous. Whatever. I'm off because it has to be better tomorrow.
hiyacynth: SPN: Sam: Shotgun-shinehiyacynth on June 10th, 2010 01:40 pm (UTC)
*pets you*

Sorry you had such a shitty day. And that I'm so far behind on LJ. I saw your wonderful fandom post last week but was on my way out to PA to visit Marc's sister and didn't have a chance to respond, and now I have to get my shit together and go back and comment properly.

I strongly believe that women should have been invented with a little switch on the inner arm that flips from "Want to reproduce, need this crap" to "Fuck off already, I don't need this crap." It would certainly make everyone's lives more comfortable and less stressful. Says the woman currently on day 43 of what used to be a perfectly regular 28-day cycle and who is not, despite the two-week absense of menstruation, pregnant*
dodger_sister: sam-sadpuppy-giegiexdodger_sister on June 12th, 2010 02:27 am (UTC)
Thanks. I feel mildly better now, but man, since the absence of the drugs in my life (hey, yesterday was 5 months drug-free!) the monthly back pain seems to be unbearable. And yet, I have no bastard Chad Michael Murray children to show for it (it's not like I'm asking to get knocked up by JDM or something, even though apparently he's running around impregnanting women left and right).

I'm sorry you have to go through that crap constantly where you keep thinking you are and then you aren't. There's nothing good to say to you to make that bullshit better, except hang in there.

We celebrate the birthday this weekend with Stonehenge Apocalypse (my mother just called to throw a fit that we weren't doing anything for the birthday and didn't we want to have dinner and I refrained from yelling "We have Stonehenge Apocalypse with Misha Collins! Why would she need anything else?!")
Aaliyahhalf_vulcan on June 11th, 2010 10:25 pm (UTC)
Oh poor dear! *smishes* I hope it is over soon. I remember those days. then came the times when it would start and not stop for three months. I am on hormone pills that have thrown me into artificial menopause which works for me. Beats bleeding to death.

I read your email and will respond when I get a moment. Real life has been kicking my ass this week. Just lay there and rest perhaps put on a DVD and try to make it through. I will pray for you. (Because yes, I believe in the invisible man in the sky as my kids would say)

Much love and hugs, Aaliyah
dodger_sister: sam-sadpuppy-giegiexdodger_sister on June 12th, 2010 02:34 am (UTC)
Thanks. It's normally not that bad but this month came out of nowhere and kicked my ass. I honestly didn't know you hadn't replied to my email, since I haven't checked my email in days. But I have uncurled from my fetal position, so that is good.

I'm going to catch up on my flist and then maybe write some fic (I'm as shocked as my poor forgotten muse is). Tomorrow we celebrate my sister's birthday (which is Tuesday but whatever, we don't use calendars here, we are too cool for that) with a viewing of what I can only assume is the horribly bad Misha movie Stonehenge Apocalypse (ScyFy channel is the only good thing we have ever gotten out of our crap for fuck cable company.)

Will send you more emails at some point, I just can't believe I didn't write up my convention stories the second I got home, even though I had no place to post the things back then.