i should be used to this by now.
09.22.09
it never fails that i get catastrophically depressed when my estrogen levels are about to burst.
surely you get what i mean there without my having to be too graphic?
i get so annoyed with myself. can’t i just be sad without it having to have a cause that incriminates me? can’t i just want to lay in bed and cry and not have it justified as “oh she is about to start”. what if something really is wrong? stupid hormones. you fail me monthly, you know. i really should give up on them. who needs them anyway?
“i swear if you blame this on my period, i will kill you” i shouted at my husband on – what was it? – friday afternoon.
“no!” he has learned from eperience, apparently. “i was just going to say that maybe you should take two prozacs today instead of one”. okay. i was wrong, he hasn’t learned, afterall.
three things you don’t say to a crying woman:
1. can i get you a tampoon?
2. take your anti-psychotic meds, honey.
3. get off of the floor of the closet. crying about being fat is NOT going to make your clothes look good on you.
you don’t say those things outright, and you don’t illude (allude?) to them.
or you will die.
at least twice.
so…he handed me a tampon, i took two prozacs, and i opted for a baggy tee shirt and loose shorts.
ta-da.
(i hate when he is right)
