Little Less Than a Month To Go

...'til I have to see the ReproEndoGuy.

I have to get on the stick!

Haven't had my blood work done.

Haven't felt like being anchored to my orange piss jug (for the 24 hour urine collect), either.

Haven't felt like exercising.

Haven't felt like eating right.

... waiting for this "phase" to pass.

Oh, and Aunt Flo is kicking my ass from the inside out again... with jackboots on.

Two words for ya:

Containment.

Breach.

Movies are great for self-diagnosis

Subtext: Kathy Bates' character "Evelyn" in Fried Green Tomatoes being told she's not going crazy, she's going thru the change.

Much like her character...

I just can't seem to stop crying.

Desperate Measures viz-a-viz Desperate Times

I need to channel my inner Diana Prince.

Changing computer wallpaper to Wonder Woman.

New Year--Same Old Shit

I stood up this a.m., looked at this little altar I have in my bedroom. The altar has an antique crucifix of my great-grandmother's, a tiny ganesha statuette from my in-laws, a picture of my in-laws, a small stone that says "happiness," a string of mala prayer beads my cousin gave me as a wedding present (six years ago), and a little "god mother" amulet from my sister & niece.

I took a deep breath and said, "I am worthless."