Sometimes I Detest Being Female...

I apologize in advance to all of the gentlemen who might be reading this... today is the day I hop on my rainbow soapbox and rant about a thing most female - the period! So please, if you are tired of hearing about this, flee! Flee in terror while you still can! for you are about to enter the land of "too much information"! ((insert dramatic lightning effect here))

I don't know about other ladies out there, but for me, my time of the month is commonly known as "Hell Week" although sometimes my mother and hubby refer to it as "the redcoats marching"... I call it my week of hell because for 6-8 days I am in numbing agony as my body purges it's monthy dose of living giving fluid... I am in severe pain for at least 3 days (sometimes more), spend most of the time evacuating my insides up in the bathroom, and my faces pales to the point that someone would think a vampire got to me... I get dizzy, phenomenally cold (so much so that I pile 2-3 blankets on me in the summer time!), can barely think straight enough to do anything productive, and I can hardly bring myself to eat much... I dehydrate quickly, fall asleep easily, and I miss out on important events that mean a lot to me...

Tonight is our youngest's chorus concert... the redcoats aren't marching... they're trampling and salting the earth behind them... and so, I am missing something that means the world to me... it makes me want to cry, but I don't think I have the water left inside me to waste on tears... and so, I am blogging my frustrations out... and now I feel a bit better... *sigh*

Take care, Blogland... I'll be back on in a few days to let you know if I survived... and so much for volunteering on Saturday... -_-