Venting

I don't know why, but I've been completely and totally irritable. For the last week, every little thing pisses me off. On top of that, I've been hungry for the worst imaginable foods on a constant basis, coming to grips with a very real caffeine addiction (thanks to all the coffee addicts I work with), and while my scale hasn't registered a pound out of place, I swear to god I have gained at least 5-8 lbs. I am BLOATED. Pregnant, you say? No. It's coming up to Carrie's monthly prom, I say.

I haven't had this kind of bodily reaction to high tide in a long time, but it's grown a bit worse every month for the last few months. My hair has gone back to falling out all the time. It's a lot like how bleedies week was about a year ago.

I thought I was past this! I thought the worst was over until I had another kid and had to hang on for dear life on the hormonal roller coaster from hell AGAIN (someone remind me why I want another). I no longer feared my kitty having a nosebleed. That kitty has come back with its claws out, and it's lookin' fer BLOOD!

I spent all of yesterday afternoon weeping and practically hyperventilating because the cat's immigration papers gave me a panic attack. I was so full of snot from that my sinuses were like Fort Knox. The next day my whole face was swollen from my witless sobbing.

Lasty, I've been just stupidly clumsy. I have stubbed my toe or smacked my elbow into something at least once a day for about a week now and it's making me even crazier. I also never fall down and I managed to slip and fall about four steps down my stairs. Of course I landed really hard on my ass and now my butt, hip, and back were sore for three days (and counting).

ARRRRRRRRGGGG!!!!! Just fucking pack my shit up and get me to Japan already! I cannot take it anymore!