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Randomosity, Volume 06282009
Jun. 28th, 2009 04:11 amWhy It Sometimes Sucks To Be a Female, Reasons Eleventy-Twelve and Thirteen
*You get one serious and one light-hearted*
1112) Every few weeks or so, hormones come traipsing into town to fuck with your entire life. I started on BC pills last fall. Being me, I read the insert that came with my little plastic packet and came across the side effects section. Blah-blah, stomach upset. Blah-blah appetite changes. And then, my favorite line: If you experience changes in mood, contact your physician. I DID experience mood changes...I felt BETTER. Everything evened out. Also the headaches lessened tremendously. It was all well and good for three straight weeks.
Then came Orange Pill Week. Orange Pill Week is the week in which the placebo pills are taken, and thus the Girl Making Thing happens. For me it is Hell Week. I run out of patience almost before I start, play on the mood swings almost constantly, and my head hurts so much. I've tried skipping the orange pills (jumping straight into a new pack, skipping the week off) and that made things worse. Not only did the mental issues happen anyway, the Girl Making Thing happened, and both lasted for over two weeks. So no more skipping.
It sucks so much, and I can't wait to get my new insurance card in so that I can find a girl-type doctor who will work with me on adjusting my dose to something else. Or possibly put me on something for the mood issues. THANKFULLY, June's Orange Pill Week is over as of yesterday, so I get three weeks of normalcy.
1113) If I am not very, very careful, I get crumbs in my cleavage when I eat toast. It itches a lot, and is awkward to fix, especially when in public. It is just another item on a sub-list that I've started, "Reasons Why Sizable Bosoms Are Overrated."
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Garage-sales yesterday yielded four boxes of old paperbacks for a mere two dollars. J. found several things that he's looking forward to reading (he loves true crime books), and I have a small mountain of older Dean Koontz novels. That's the bulk of the thing. I would have been happy with just the copy of It that J. handed me at the same time that I was handing him one of the aforementioned true crime books. I haven't read much Koontz. I read one when I was a teenager...The Funhouse maybe...anyway, whatever it was, it disturbed me. A few years ago I started his rewrite of Frankenstein, and it wasn't bad. So we'll see. If nothing else I can make it a summer project.
One of them is called The Bad Place. I kid not.
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East TX summer is kicking my ass already. It's gotten up to 102. My car is not doing well in the heat. I'M not doing well in the heat. I can has it be winter tiem nao? Plz?
*You get one serious and one light-hearted*
1112) Every few weeks or so, hormones come traipsing into town to fuck with your entire life. I started on BC pills last fall. Being me, I read the insert that came with my little plastic packet and came across the side effects section. Blah-blah, stomach upset. Blah-blah appetite changes. And then, my favorite line: If you experience changes in mood, contact your physician. I DID experience mood changes...I felt BETTER. Everything evened out. Also the headaches lessened tremendously. It was all well and good for three straight weeks.
Then came Orange Pill Week. Orange Pill Week is the week in which the placebo pills are taken, and thus the Girl Making Thing happens. For me it is Hell Week. I run out of patience almost before I start, play on the mood swings almost constantly, and my head hurts so much. I've tried skipping the orange pills (jumping straight into a new pack, skipping the week off) and that made things worse. Not only did the mental issues happen anyway, the Girl Making Thing happened, and both lasted for over two weeks. So no more skipping.
It sucks so much, and I can't wait to get my new insurance card in so that I can find a girl-type doctor who will work with me on adjusting my dose to something else. Or possibly put me on something for the mood issues. THANKFULLY, June's Orange Pill Week is over as of yesterday, so I get three weeks of normalcy.
1113) If I am not very, very careful, I get crumbs in my cleavage when I eat toast. It itches a lot, and is awkward to fix, especially when in public. It is just another item on a sub-list that I've started, "Reasons Why Sizable Bosoms Are Overrated."
**********
Garage-sales yesterday yielded four boxes of old paperbacks for a mere two dollars. J. found several things that he's looking forward to reading (he loves true crime books), and I have a small mountain of older Dean Koontz novels. That's the bulk of the thing. I would have been happy with just the copy of It that J. handed me at the same time that I was handing him one of the aforementioned true crime books. I haven't read much Koontz. I read one when I was a teenager...The Funhouse maybe...anyway, whatever it was, it disturbed me. A few years ago I started his rewrite of Frankenstein, and it wasn't bad. So we'll see. If nothing else I can make it a summer project.
One of them is called The Bad Place. I kid not.
**********
East TX summer is kicking my ass already. It's gotten up to 102. My car is not doing well in the heat. I'M not doing well in the heat. I can has it be winter tiem nao? Plz?
