Dear body...

[grammarwoman]

It's day 35 of this cycle, when the longest gap between periods I've had in years without direct medical interference is 36. There's been no spotting, no red at all. Yet two pregnancy tests have stated that I'm not pregnant. If that's the case, can my period freaking start already? This waiting game has me vacillating between wild hope and frustration. If I'm gonna bleed, then BLEED.

As long as I'm airing frustrations, oh aging meat sack of mine, I do not appreciate at all that with my efforts to exercise, I have gone from symptoms of plantar fascitis to Achilles tendinitis. I'm not marathoning, for crying out loud; I'm just trying to get in my 10,000 steps a day.

NO LOVE,

Me

Comments

[recessional]

. . .that sucks. Both "that"s. *shares tea*

[grammarwoman]

Thank you. Tea certainly helps. And perhaps tonight some booze.

[umadoshi]

*winces* Oh, BODIES.

[grammarwoman]

Seriously, right? I want a uterine replicator and a gynoid walkabout model like NOW.

[kass]

Grr argh. I empathize.

[grammarwoman]

Thank you, sweetheart. Bleah on biology.