What.The.Fuck. I’ve been walking around for the last three days thinking if I don’t get my period soon I am going to have a nervous breakdown..
It is no secret. I’ve not always had a good relationship with my uterus. In the last twelve months or so my cycle has been erratic at best. Sometimes my periods are 21 days apart, sometimes six weeks apart, sometimes 4 MONTHS apart. I KNOW! There’s no planning. Every time I travel I pack “supplies” because who the hell knows if this won’t just be the time Aunt Flo shows up for a visit.
I am now on day 58. I should be happy, no? NO! I feel so on edge, so cranky, so crabby, so…dare I say it…like a bitch who will stab the next person who so much as BREATHES wrong in my presence that I’m ready to explode.
I swear on all that is mother effing holy, if this pressure is not released and soon? I will not be responsible for my actions.