Might Be a Little TMI

Twelve In 12

READING 

The Lance Thrower ~ Jack Whyte

The Pillars of the Earth ~ Ken Follett

FINISHED

Oh my word.  Oh my goodness gracious gut-wrenching nail-pulling ripping eyelashes out one at a time word.  Sandpaper across dry skin.  Body dipped in acid.  Hung from the ceiling by your toenails word.  Pain, pressure, uncomfortable, cranky, and PAIN.

I normally love being a woman.  I love my curves and how I walk in high heels.  I love long hair and lightly done makeup.  I love nail polish and skirts and dangly earrings.

Except

Oh my ovaries!

I can’t…

I can’t move.  I can’t sleep.  I can’t think.  I can’t focus.  I can’t do anything but roll around in pain and agony.  I don’t remember the last time it was this bad.  I mean really!  It really feels like someone is scraping out my insides with a sharpened hook and wedging it down between my legs.  I dare one of the male species come at me with a "Oh it can’t be that bad" right now.  Or my personal favorite – "I know what it feels like.  Guys get gas too sometimes."  No wonder he’s my ex-boyfriend.  All I’d like to do right now is rip his head off.  Literally.  Detach from body and put on a spike on the lawn.  As a warning.  To any other male who might think they know what this feels like.

And I have no Midol, or Midol-like stuff.  No, Tylenol does not work.  No, Excedrin doesn’t work (unless its the pink stuff).  Hmm….

I wonder if Vicodin would work.  Or vicodin-like stuff.   I’m desperate enough that I might give it a try.  I was supposed to level a WoW toon to 40 tonight.  I was supposed to make reeds and clean up the basement tonight.  I was supposed to…  supposed to…  Yah.  Nothing’s happening now except my rolling around in bed moaning in agony.

I’m going to try those pain pills and see if anything… ANYTHING works.

Gah.