Thank you, magdalene, for a good laugh when I really needed one. Even if the need wasn’t PMS induced.
Mags, you’re my hero.
Now that you mention it, I have been fighting the urge to dust and clean my livingroom. Must be PMS, it’s the only time I truly need to clean. And it pisses me off.
Vebr
You know what? All of you bitchy, whiny chicks can kiss my firm yet pliant ass. “PMS” this and “fatty food” that and “chocolate” the other and “salt” the next way. I mean, Jaysus Christ on a jumped-up chariot-driven crutch (tm Stephen King, It), every goddamned month it seems like another motherfucking CHICK-LIKE GIRLY-WOMAN has to come in here yammering her goddamned fool head off about bleeding out of her brother-humping twat, or being psychotic - like that’s anything UNUSUAL for you fucking unoriginal hangers-on.
I mean, fuck, get a dildo and ream your happy fuck-vise all night long if it will make you shut the fuck UP about your stupid biological problems. We all have periods, OKAY? It’s natural, OKAY? We fucking UNDERSTAND, we’re in this together and all that “we are motherfucking icestuous family, I got all my sisters on the fucking rag with me”, okay, thanks for the anvil on the head but we GET it, okay???
pant pant pant
Why yes, my period DID just start this evening. Why? Was it something I said?
[sub]hint: if you’re not laughing you don’t get it. or you just think I’m an obnoxious toad. which is just fine with me you [/sub]stupid goddamned motherfucking asswipe cuntmunch piece of shit ratbastard. [sub]but I’m cool with that.[/sub]
My period seems to be changing. When I first got them, it was sore and painful as has been described in this thread. Now after thirty years, I seem to go through a series of three periods;one that is painful and nauseating, and two that are painless. At those two times, my period is just an irritating mess. However, I must admit that I self-medicate with chocolate at any time of the month.
vebr You mean I’m not the only one who goes into an insane, must clean everything, even the soda bottle that my roommate left next to the kitchen sink and has yet to rinse out and put into the recycling bin, or the dishes that have been piling up in the sink because neither my roommate or myself have felt like doing them and now all I want to do is pick my own dishes out of the sink and put all his dirty ones in the middle of his nice new organic cotton comforter, when I have PMS?
That’s IT, Hama, you are kicked OUT of the sisterhood.
If you don’t like my poetry, you can just say so next time.
Kisses,
mags
All I know is that last Friday morning I was the Psycho Guin from Hell to everyone in the house because of the weather and not being able to find something to wear.
I’m with you girlies! I supposedly have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (I have every symptom, except for the actuall cysts, go figure) I have PMS every fucking day. I don’t know why. The new doc put me on Desogyn, a pill that for lack of a better word, is very light. The problem is that if you don’t take almost exactly the same time every day, you get break through for a week. I take the pill for nine weeks, and then get a period. Supposedly this cuts down on the PMS, but boy, when I get to that last fucking row of pills in the pack, I’m ready to stab someone in the throat with a pen,a la Joe Pesci in Goodfellas.
And every month I watch my boobs get bigger and sometime think I should warn people, like a big sign, that says, “stay back they’re gonna blow”
Vix, I’m glad you feel better, and I can’t wait to see you in January!!!
I know I’m getting my period any day now. My ears are full of fluid.
Some people bitch about being bloated and their jeans not fitting-I would give anything for that. I get water retention in my EARS. It hurts, I feel like I have an ear infection every time I move my head, I can hear water rushing around in my ears and it makes me sick and dizzy.
Evening, girls! Sorry to have neglected you, but I can only get on the SDMB at home now and I just got in…
I am so with you all on both the weeping and the cleaning fronts. Fortunately, not at the same time. Yesterday, I was on a house-arranging rampage. Which is a scary thought if you’ve seen my apartment. It’s usually bizarrely neat and now it’s insanely so.
As for crying, today I realized that PMS and buying greeting cards do not mix. I got a birthday card for my father that is so sappy, I’m almost ashamed to send it. I’d better get that puppy in the mail soon.