Blood Cooties (Warning, Not for Men)

Posting something for the sake of posting something may not be a good plan today. I’m on Midol and I have blood cooties. I am not comfortable in my own skin today. At least the Midol (sometimes Pamprin, sometimes Tylenol’s grrlie byproduct, to be fair in an ecommerce way) gets rid of the massive crampage. When I was younger I would just lift something heavy and that would get rid of the cramps. That doesn’t work so well any more. No wonder women get menopause around their 40’s or 50’s. I can’t imagine what I would have to do for cramps into another ten years.

I first began taking the Midol and friends when I was on cash, standing for a six hour shift. That was death. I could feel the blood pouring out of me, I really thought I was going to pass out or just puke right there all over the counter. I left and went home a couple of times before I discovered the Midol wonder cure. I didn’t mind being slightly spaced out. Heck, on cash it was a treat to not entirely be there. Just let the body do the work, it knows how. The brain can wander off and think about how nice it feels not to be doubled over in pain, trying to squish the blood cooties out of me.

I was really peeved that the whole thing started a week early this time. I’ve never been regular but really, it’s nice to have some kind of timeline on the whole thing.

Anyway, I updated the blog. Not quite sunshine and light. But… it’s here.

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