Hell Week
Ok, so this post ought to perfectly describe how this week works for me. Yeah, it’s funny and only slightly exaggerated. The truth of the matter is that I dread this week with a passion only rivaled by Miss Britt’s addiction to shoes.
This is the week where I become convinced that my life is in the toilet, all is hopeless, and that my husband is an even bigger asshole than I was previously convinced he was. It’s a dark, sad, angry week. It’s oh so funny to imagine a stapler poking out of my husband’s head and wishing someone would invent a contraption that would allow me to send some sort of electric volt directly into each of my children’s butt cheeks by remote control, because let’s face it, shock collars are so “1980 called and they’d like their Judas Priest get up back.”
But, the sad truth is that I will undoubtedly pour myself a glass of red wine, climb the stairs to my sanctuary (aka bedroom) flip on a lovely, unemotional documentary and then attempt to forget all about back aches, bloating, migraines, cramps, acne breakouts, telephones, business, children, messes, laundry, the husband (unless he wants to provide that long promised back rub), and the rest of life’s little stresses that are just too much, no matter how insignificant, this week.
I’ll listen to some sad songs, cry, eat too many carbs, have another glass of wine and then fall into a, hopefully, dreamless sleep.
Last year I discussed with my doctor how horrible my PMS symptoms are. She suggested doubling my anti-anxiety, anti-depression meds during this week. Until I described the symptoms I have outside of that week, then she decided to double them full-time. Strangely enough, I don’t see much, if any, difference during this week - but the rest of the time I’m pretty cool.
*sigh*
I’m convinced that no matter how sympathetic they think they are - men have NO idea what women go through just to ensure the continuance of the human race.
Fuckers and their abilities to pee standing up, inability to bear children, and complete lack of PMS/periods.
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June 26, 2008 @ 3:17 am
OOH!! NEW TEMPLATE!!!
My mom gets PMS like that. Or at least she used to. There’s - as you know - a whole fucking list of things you can try to reduce the effects. No caffeine is the only one I can think of.
Sorry babe. :-(
June 26, 2008 @ 3:25 am
Men can only suffer as much as we make them.
I splurged on an herbal heat pack (I’ll email the link) from a ’save the planet’ place, and while it smells like overly sweet herbs, it does the trick to ease the cramps.
My doctors on post just assume that my roller-coaster ride of emotions during the two weeks of PMS/cycle are attributed to my PCOS. No caffeine, no heavy sugars, and plenty of rest & exercise. Which I’d do if I could run and sleep at the same time.
June 26, 2008 @ 5:40 am
Hey - I get sympathy PMS. Does that count?
June 26, 2008 @ 5:40 am
Oh, and I love the new template!
June 26, 2008 @ 6:22 am
Wouldn’t it be nice if there was some way for men to experience a woman’s monthly pain for real? I am always telling my husband that if he had to endure what I do each month, he’d be a crying little baby, sucking his thumb in the corner, because he couldn’t handle it. I mean, this is the guy who thinks he needs a 24 hour nurse when he has a headache. A man deal with pms and a period, HA! There is no way they could do it.
June 26, 2008 @ 6:23 am
Oh, and I love your new template too :)
June 26, 2008 @ 7:26 am
The one thing I get to hear every month is Again? You just had it… Ummm yeah, thankfully it comes around quite frequently like that. Seriously if I hear it one more time I can’t be held accountable for my actions!
June 26, 2008 @ 7:52 am
LOVE THE NEW TEMPLATE! LOVE IT!
June 26, 2008 @ 8:49 am
My husband is pretty much convinced that PMS does not exist and that we can control our mood swings etc… so that is why I make sure that come my time of the month I am an EVIL BITCH!!!
June 26, 2008 @ 9:00 am
I love the new template!
Have you tried a hot water bottle? And no, you’re not to pour the hot water over Mike’s head!
HUGS
June 26, 2008 @ 10:13 am
I used to get really really really really bad “time of the monthness circuses” like that, but now that I am on the pill they only come around every few months.
Is it wrong that I, um, kind of, pick fights with assholes so that I can take my rage out on someone who actually deserves it? Last time it was a high school kid pan-handling at a transit stop in downtown Portland who called me a “rich bitch” (I may or may not have called him out on the inappropriate-ness of wearing his letterman’s jacket while trying to pass himself off as someone who needed money). Next time it’ll be the salespeople at the car dealership down the road who make construction workers look like perfect gentlemen. :) It might not be the right way to handle my hormones, but I sure do feel better afterwards!
June 26, 2008 @ 1:27 pm
Wonderful new look.
Mark always tells me “I have to suffer thru your period too!” ASS HAT. Really? Your gonna say something like that, when I know there are sharp object in the house? Fucker
June 26, 2008 @ 7:55 pm
Beautiful new template!
I’m lucky that my physical symptoms aren’t bad every month, but the emotional ones are terrible. Every year my doc has changed my hormones to try to help me with the wicked mood swings, and this past year I switched to Yaz, which helped, but it was only when we added Lexapro that I’ve finally begun to feel like me again… even at that time of the month. Have you tried Yaz? The combo of the hormones and the anti-depressant seems to do the job, at least in my case.