I try not to complain too much here. Well, I try not to complain too much in general. But right now I just have to bitch about the fact that it feels like my uterus is trying to kill me. I have an IUD, which I LOVE. I don’t so much love the fact that once a month, from anywhere between 10 minutes to 2 hours I want to rip out my uterus with my bare hands and feed it to the nearest grizzly bear. During that time frame once a month, I curse mother nature, I curse man-kind, and I curse my parents for the fact that I have a uterus instead of a penis.
If I was at home, I’d pop open a bottle of wine and drink away my cramps. But, unfortunately I don’t think my employers would appreciate that. But my employers are men. So they wouldn’t understand, because they don’t have to deal with it. Aren’t the lucky….grrrrrrrrr……..
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