Maybe it’s because I’ve pretty much felt like crap for ten consecutive days now, but I saw a glimpse of myself in the sideview mirror today and I thought to myself, Thank God I married young. Because, seriously? I don’t know how twenty-seven (almost twenty-eight) year old me would fare attempting to attract a husband. Probably…not well. To put it nicely.
Some weird stuff has been happening with my body in the past couple weeks and while I’m sort of used to being utterly disappointed in my body, it’s starting to get to me. Today I actually wondered if I was dying, not in a melodramatic way I don’t think, but in a, hm, what if I’m about to go into heart failure or something? Because something just does not feel right. I can’t put my finger on it.
Still don’t feel like going into too much detail about what happened last week but suffice to say going to the doctor did not give me any answers or make me feel any better. And the way I’m feeling today is only making the question mark bigger. Cramping to the point where I feel dizzy and light-headed days after my “period” (or whatever the bloody hell that was) is not normal for me. So something is definitely wrong. And I’m tired. And I really don’t want to go to work tomorrow.
And I’m feeling bad for my husband because he’s stuck with me. And he’s busy cooking me a wonderful dinner while I sit around looking gross, feeling sorry for myself and generally wanting to crawl into a dark hole somewhere to wallow as I moan in pain. Oh wait, I’m already doing that.
Okay, I’m done being such a joyful ray of sunshine. Let’s try this again some other time and I will regale you with happy stories…