Forget TMI Tuesday, it's going to be TMI Friday! Woohoo! And no, it has nothing to do with Parque Maria Luisa... so just read the text and then enjoy the park and its hipster statues separately. Or something.
Anywho, TMI Friday! Woohoo! Let me reiterate that my body has been rather good about not making too much fuss over periods for the last decade (actually it's been quite longer than a decade by now) but there are months were it decides that it's going to make me pay for the months I get almost nothing. This time around not only did I get the whole stomach ache (you were right, Tanja, must have been pre-period aches and not a bad salad) but I also had the crabbiness where I wanted (and still want to, for the third day in a row) kill almost everyone and everything and now I have the whole borderline-migraine-someone-kill-me-now thing that comes along with the I-am-going-to-die-of-thirst-even-though-I-just-drank-three-litres thing. And the best part? I still have two weeks to go. Seriously body? Seriously? Do we really need to do this two weeks prior to my having my period? Sure, you're (hopefully) going to be done with the PMSing in a day or two and then I'll have a week and a half of lovely respite before the red army invades and, chances are, I won't even get a single cramp then... but must we have the stomachaches and the headaches and the thirst so far ahead of time? Couldn't my hormone levels just do their thing closer in time to the actual death (or release or whatever it is) of the eggs? I freaken blamed what was, most likely, a perfectly good salad for things it never did! I almost thought that it was some kind of post-La Course criterium hangover! I almost had to watch fifteen hours of cute puppy videos to convince myself not to kill anything or anyone (no puppies were harmed - I actually just watched Slap Shot once again... but the hair they have in that film is so glorious it's like watching puppies).
Oh, I suppose this is nothing new but the fact that everything is super cool and easy for months on end just lulls me into forgetting what it's like when things go batshit crazy. And months like this one really do make me wonder just how do those ladies who get terrible symptoms every single month deal with everything.
There ya go, Friday TMI. Now on to hipster statues.