I See A Bad Moon Rising

I have been troubled since Tuesday.  

I have made a tough decision which will make me even less popular with certain people but as Janet said, “If they knew you, they would not be like this.  It is because they don’t know the real you that there is the problem”.

So, with that in mind, I have had the courage to decide against putting myself in a situation that could become explosive.

I am deciding against attending an event as I do wish the best for the people having the big day and I do not want to be the one to tarnish it in any way.

Marie said that the situation is like a tinder box.  One spark and it could blow up.

I’d like to have the confidence to know that regardless of provocation, I would remain calm and serene.  I know however, that I have put up with so much rubbish and so many lies for so long, that I would be anything but.

So, Tuesday began a spiral into feeling like crap.



Aside from the headache and general p*ssed off feeling, I felt a little better on Wednesday but this was possibly the soothing effect Marie has on me. She is brilliant and it’s therapeutic being in her company.  She makes me smile and boosts me up.  I hope I do the same for her!

Thursday though, I had become constipated…. This is completely unheard of for me, of which the Midwives at my sons birth would vouch for.

By about 10am, I had awful pains under my right boob and the headache had become much worse.  This continued all day.  By the evening, I felt awful.  

Friday morning I woke up with earache, headache and tummy pains.  I went to the doctors.

“Have you had any stressful situations recently”? He asked.

Embarrassingly, I burst into tears! 

He checked my tummy to make sure it wasn’t gall stones or appendicitis and concluded that it was most definitely stress related.  He did tell me to book an eye check and gave me a prescription for eye drops and a print out of PMT symptoms and ‘cures’.

I got the £27 eye drops and after reading the PMT print out, I purchased calcium, magnesium and vitamin B6.  Today is the second day I have taken the combination and I have 3 months supply so I will endeavour to keep you updated as to whether they do minimise the moods.  

The PMT is a real problem at the moment – don’t read on if you want to be entertained!!!

I have the usual evil week, the week before I am due – then, I am dizzy Miss Silly-knickers for the blob week, and then I’m lusty Miss busty (hahaha err) after for a few days until, DUN DUN DAAAA, about 2 weeks after the first day of the P, for two days I am depressed, emotional and deflated.  I mean really depressed.  Like it’s all too much. 

My friend was diagnosed with Menieres Disease due to extreme bouts of dizziness, nausea, passing out and migraines.  18 months later, they realised that it was actually all down to periods.

They really are awful bloody things (no pun intended) and I just don’t think there is enough out there to help stop the physical and mental debilitation that accompanies them.  

I think there should be a simple, widely offered, free test that checks which levels of hormones are low, or high and a simple dose of said hormone to be taken orally, that just brings you back up to earth again.

HE told me this morning that the moon is the largest it’s been in 18 years tonight and that maybe that has an affect on me.

I agree that there is some truth in the moon affecting us women.  After all, the words ‘lunatic’ and ‘lunacy’ come from Luna, meaning moon so who knows?

I’m off now to take two more Paracetamol, anoint my dry old eyeballs and shave my palms.

Later Home-slices!