I have said it before and I will say it again. Hormones is a bitch. Tuesday was bad. As the hormones dropped the bitch level rose. I found myself in the closest thing to a knock down, drag out fight that I will ever get into as an adult with someone that I am pretty casual with and honestly didn’t care if I ever spoke to that person ever again. I think the words, “move the fuck on” pretty much summed it up.
Normally I would have been chock full of angst. Not this time. I am really tired of trying to be everything to everybody and having to explain myself when I am anything other than what I used to be. I don’t have the words to explain how what am feeling but Lisa does! She posted this little diddy the other day and all I can say is, “Amen sister!”
Ok, want to hear something funny? As I was typing that last paragraph I felt the wave of Normal Tex washing over me. The angst? Totally gone. I bet if I get a good nights sleep I could throw jazz hands tomorrow. WOW.
I’ve said it before and I will say it again…hormones is a biznitch.
That’s my girl! And “Normal” Tex is whoever she decides to be..in the MOMENT. Bring it!
Girl, I am so sorry you’re feeling so low (this and the last post). I am struggling too!
I don’t have my head totally wrapped around what you’re going through, but maybe there is a health clinic in your area that takes sliding-fee based patients, based on your income? I just found another clinic that is only making me pay $30 copay and I can get the ultrasound and other stuff I really needed!
Meanwhile, throw down those fists and throw up those jazz hands! You have mojo, I see it on here all the time!!!!!
Lisa, when I grow up I want to be smart like you! I love that, “Normal Tex is who I choose to be in the MO-MENT!”
TOKEN! I have made a few phone calls and I think I may have found a place that will see me for cheap also. I am also looking into some clinics. It’s just really hard right now because my body and my mind are having a lovers spat and not communicating with one another. In the meantime I will throw down my fist and throw up my jazz hands
I went to bed hoping for “jazz hands” this morning.
This hormonal thing is a beast for sure, and I’m thrilled that you’ll be able to see someone. (2 prayers answered…damn, is HE really listening?) But consider this: you know we don’t have any business in someone else’s lovers spat. So, stay out of it.
And go do something..ANYTHING that makes you smile.
Lisa, the jazz hands have made a cameo appearance this morning and I think as long as don’t don’t choose side in this lovers spat we will all be fine! LOL
Spanks for checking in,
Tex