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right, of course, i should have known
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
Ahh, okay.

Life-destroying bad mood? = that time of the month!

Okay, the thing is--am I never ever going to make this connection, say, when the life-destroying bad mood hits?

...you know, I just dont' get how I can be this out of touch with my body and not like, forget to breathe regularly or something.

Hmm. I need something to occupy my mind. *stares at computer* I mean, other than work.


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I'm so glad to learn that I'm not the only woman who can't seem to make that connection month after month. Seriously, I thought I had a real defect.

Nope, totally not alone in this. What always boggles me is that it's Sunday, when I'm feeling better, every single time that I figure out the fire-breathing and head-bashing-in has a cause.

Every. Single. Time. And I'm on the pill, so I should know better!

Every. Month. It's surreal.

You know, it occurs to me that this is a market an entrepreneurial sort could really exploit. There should totally be a business out there for PMS reminders. It could be called PMS Alert System, or Remind-A-Rag. An email would arrive in your inbox a pre-specified number of days before you're due, and voila! No more post-head-spinning regrets!

I would totally subscribe to that, so that instead of going "oh, yeah, so that's what that was ... " I could batten down the hatches ahead of time.

Hee. I KNOW. It's like. "WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYONE IN THE WORLD HATE ME AND WANT TO MAKE ME MISERABLE, INCLUDING ME.. oh wait. Duh. Damn. And I like that pair of underwear. Am I out of tampons again?"


Oh yes. EVERY PART OF THAT SENTENCE IS TRUE.

When I was on the pill, honest to god, *every* Wednesday of my no-pill week, I went utterly batshit crazy for 48 hours.

And it never occurred to me that there was a *reason*... until Friday when it wore off.

I seriously started marking it on my calendar with a big red note to just avoid everyone that day.

Then, of course, I went off the pill and onto a single-hormone supplement that leaves me without that clockwork regularity, and now I have no way to tell until after I've made someone cry.

*winces* Oh man. That would make life intersting.

Hehehe, maybe you should put a note to yourself in your calendar! *g*

Screw that! Figure out how to get the computer to do it; I mean, how many hours a week do we spend on this thing?

Something in email, mebbe.
From: Seperis' Subconscious
To: Everybody within a 5 block radius
Subject: WOOT! WOOT! It's that time! Duck and Cover!

That was me yesterday! You'd think the fact I mark it in a calendar would be a hint, but I guess that's only really helpful if I actually take note of 1) what day it actually started the past few months and 2) what day it is now. Neither of which were apparently on my radar yesterday (or last month, or the month before...).

At least I feel comforted that I'm not alone! *hugs you and fellow commenters in solidarity*

Oh yes. This must be soemthing biological to make us forget or something. DARN YOU BIOLOGY!

I'm lucky, I guess. I get weepy and maudlin and that's about it.

Distractions. Hmm. I guess you may have seen this, but it's still worth a giggle. Bruce Campbell does the new Old Spice commercial. Pay close attention to the background...and the props.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Af1OxkFOK18

Old Skool (Tetris! Frogger!) video games
http://www.kcfx.com/arcade.asp

Superhero silliness:
http://www.yourmomsbasement.com/archives/2006/11/galactus_is_com.html

And one amusing blogger.
http://the-panopticon.blogspot.com/

TETRIS! *BOUNCES* Oh that is awesome! Thanks!

Don't worry, I do that all the time. "Wow, I just about tore his head off," I'll think. "I wonder why?" And then that night or the next day I'll be whacked in the face with the obviousness of it all. *sigh*

Hmm. I need something to occupy my mind. *stares at computer* I mean, other than work.

*snickers* Amen. I've got plenty of work. Who needs that?

Oh god, it's not just me then?

That's strangely comforting.

Every month I'm all "why am I so bitchy and teary and obnoxious this week" and then a few days later it's all "ok, I'm an idiot yet again"

My mother used to write "BITCH WEEK" in enormous red capital letters on the calendar, just to warn us. A very wise woman she is ;)

You could write porn. That will help. <isveryhelpful>

err, just pretend that pseudohtml tag had a / in it. </dork>

You're not alone. I never make the connection either. I always wonder why my legs hurt so much, and then, finally, it hits me: yep, again.

Life-destroying bad mood? = that time of the month!

YES!!! OMG, yes.

Okay, the thing is--am I never ever going to make this connection, say, when the life-destroying bad mood hits?

Probably not, if I'm any guide. Every single month, I want to kill people and/or the world (myself included - tears. There are often tears), and a couple of days later it all makes sense.

I answered Yuletide comments to distract myself. And read copies of Janes Defense Weekly while we prepared for a meeting tomorrow. I want a different job so bad.

...you know, I just dont' get how I can be this out of touch with my body and not like, forget to breathe regularly or something.

Don't feel bad, I have the exact same problem. Guys have this idea that chics are so intune with their bodies. ::snort:: Yeeeah right. For me, I have a bad mood and simultaneously crave cake.

Hee! I see that I am not alone!

I try to just start taking my St. John's Wort when it feels like I haven't had my period for a week or two, then keep taking it until my period hits - this method has prevented many homicides, and I recommend it highly.

This month, I was up to my mega dose right on time and there was really no PMS, but did I believe what the cramps were telling me when they hit? ::le sigh::

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