A Crock of Whooey

That time has rolled over me again.  The dreaded curse.  The little red letter that comes in the mail once a month.  The little red witch, the wave, etc., etc., etc…..

Ugh.

So many people tell me that “This is a blessed time of immense power.  You need to harness this and use it.”

That’s crap.

I feel like a warmed-over dog pile.  Mushy and nauseating.  I don’t feel powerful.  I’m in pain.  And for about 4 more days, I’ll be in pain most of the 24 hours.  Midol is a wonder drug.  It is my friend during these 4 days. 

You know, I’m not getting any younger… where’s menopause when you need it???

So don’t TELL me about my “moon time” or “power surges”.  That’s a crock of WHOOEY!  Let me curl up here in the corner with my heating pad, my Midol, and my chocolate…. I’ll see you in a few days.

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