When I was kid, I remember my mother having hormone issues. She would actually spend a couple of days in bed, in pain, sleeping and yelling at us for no reason.
My goal as an adult was to make sure I didn't become my mother. I have never have the family that inspired sappy greeting cards. My mother and grandmother and great grandmother had hormone issues that they called just PMS. About 5 years ago, I found myself with something I also thought was PMS.... except it was PMS on steroids. Enter PMDD. For 2 weeks out of the month, I'm so irritated, depressed, angry and very VERY indifferent to whatever situation presents itself. All that translates to being a complete and total BITCH... all the way around.
My code to my friends used to be 'IT HAS BEGUN' and that was the signal that meant get ready for hormonal GreenEyes.
SO... all that to say Valentine's Day rolled around this year smack dab in the middle of this 2 week hell. I knew I was in trouble when I walked into the Grocery Store and it was all PINK and RED... balloons, flowers, candy, stuffed animals. I almost hurled.
Yes, friends, it made me nauseated to even see the commercialism that has become Valentine's day.
I have about 4 more days of hormone hell and then its back to my regularly scheduled programming. Say a prayer, since Lent is in 2 days and my goal is to give up soda and *gulp* alcohol.
Yikes! Soda and Hooch?! Godspeed, my friend. Godspeed!
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