Day 8 since my last provera pill. So where the freaking hell is my period? Yes, I do know it can take up to ten days or even two weeks, I know that. It’s never taken me more than six days before, but what the hey. My body has been playing silly buggers for the entire cycle, why change tack now?
I’ve been having that vague, dull, achey, ‘hey, have you stocked up on tampons?’ feeling for a couple of days now, hence impatience and possibly, though you won’t catch me confessing to it, general desire to disembowel every person being more irritating than, say, Gandhi.
Also, I have a swollen gland the size of a thumb, someone else’s thumb at that (I have tiny thumbs) in my neck, a splitting headache, and that tiresome shivery clammy feeling usually associated with very damp cellars, mysterious whisper in allegedly deserted corners of.
Took day off work. Spent most of day dozing, and the rest watching X-Men, The Last Stand (to which I say, meh. Also, kill off my favourite actor, would you? Take that, and that). Threatened migraine sort of fizzled out, so I now get to feel vaguely guilty that I didn’t go to work after all, but, hey, ridiculous sci-fi movies won’t watch themselves.
Meanwhile, my internet access has been seriously random, so if I haven’t commented on your blog in a while, it’s because every time I try, the server spins little beach-balls at me for minutes on end, and not because I don’t love you.
And now I must go check my gussets again. Honestly, what is that be-damned uterus doing in there?