Dear Aunt Flo and Uncle Fred-
You are the worst visitors ever. You like to show up at the exact wrong moments. Your visits are always too long. And you are never on time; choosing to be either too early or late. Either way making my life complicated and full of anxiety. I spent the early part of my teens waiting for you to appear for the first time, then the later part of my teens praying you'd visit every month. I have spent a large chunk of time obsessed over the calendar, counting the days until your next visit. I have spent massive amounts of money in order to make your presence more comfortable or less inconvenient. You literally cause me pain. I officially hate you. You drive me to eat massive quantities of chocolate, and make me slightly insane. I despise the fact that you can control me in such a way. You are the one thing that makes me look forward to getting older, the idea that your visits will be no longer. So I thank you once again for making a visit this month, albeit late, but really, thanks but no thanks.
Ginger
I couldn't agree even more, Ginger. It's even worse because I never know when they're going to visit. I feel like I have "Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret" every month and I'm 33. Stupid PCOS. Thanks for sending me your link. :)
ReplyDeleteI couldn't agree with you, more. However, at 33 with PCOS, I feel every month that I'm re-living teenage moments. Much like, "Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret." I'd like to at least know when I can wear white. Thanks for sending me the link.
ReplyDeleteSam's...it is great to hear from you. Never give up.
ReplyDeleteReally? I don't look forward to getting older with this issue at all because then a whole bunch of other bad things happen. I'd rather have AF visit once a month than deal with the gushers that lay ahead, trips to the gyno, and menopause. No thank you! I'm totally fine with it....and the tampons (no cup thanks :-P)
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