Och, Grumble, Grumble, Grumble.
It’s annoying. It’s really annoying. In fact it’s so annoying that I’m thinking if only I’d been born a man…..And that thought is quickly shoved out of my mind. Euuuugh!
I didn’t sleep at all well last night, and woke up feeling like hell this morning. Yes, it’s ‘that’ time of the month……. surfin the crimson tide, on the blob, cramping like hell. I hate my period. I’m all sore, cranky, yucky. I HATE IT!!!!!!!! Every fucking month.
I swear if a man had to go through this every month they would have invented a medication by now that actually worked!! I mean what is it with those fucking adverts on the telly that has those wifies all smiling and running about in tight white shorts exercising when they are on the blob?
Fucking morons! That’s what they are.
Who the hell in their right mind prances about when they are on the blob? That’s the last thing you’d actually want to do. Now lets go through what I’m my ‘symptoms’;
- I feel bloated
- I feel nauseous
- My back hurts
- My breasts are swollen and sore
- My right knee hurts – (why on earth does my knee always hurt at this time of the month?? It’s not even fucking connected to my ovaries!)
- I’m cramping to hell, it comes in waves of pain that shoot through my abdomen leaving me curled up into a little ball
- And to top it all off, a fucking coldsore
I’m cranky. I’m in bed feeling like shit, trying very hard to resist the urge to pick the telly up and throw it out of the window if I see another fucking ‘feminine product’ advert.
Men have got a lot to answer for.
So, feeling like crap has nothing whatsoever to do with participating in a lock-in at the Ould Shillilagh Pub in Stokey!!!!!!! Hmmmmmmm