Not always fun to be right

[purplerabbit]

Yeah, I was right. It was PMS. At least I didn't yell at anyone.

I spent Sunday trying not to react to anything. I watched TV and copied our CD collection into our main server hard drive. (So we can now listen to any of our music from any of our laptops and the new wireless stereo connection.)

I am glad I didn't have a melt down but it is hard to just sit and try not to feel for a couple days. Monday came the blood and the cramps. Oh, in case I didn't mention it, PMS is always accompanied with a flare-up of the fibro pain too. So I spent the last several days with mood swings (mostly down), joint pain, and cramps. The heat didn't help either.

Good news is that I should be returning to a better state by the end of the week. I may even be social again. I was moody enough last week that I avoided most social contact -- to save myself and others unnecessary pain.

I hate the way progesterone makes me feel awful and do things I am upset by. It is like some sort of possession by an angry spirit I don't think most people can even comprehend how helpless this makes me feel. Poisoned by my body's own natural hormones. Betrayed by my own body. Yecch.

Comments

[maiasaur.livejournal.com]

Oh, I comprehend. It sucks when you sit there detached watching yourself act like some completely deranged thing, knowing it's completely senseless. I get downright suicidal usually right after my period. I know this, I know to anticipate it, I know it will pass...and yet it sucks just as much. I sympathise.

[purplerabbit.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Sometimes living with two men and a mother who never had PMS or cramps can be frustrating. The guys actually give me more slack than my mom! See you tonight!