It's funny, knowing people other than Jayne and Sam read this blog.
Like, now I want to whinge that my girly time of the months* is HURTING me and I want to scream, just a (lot) little.
But I prolly shouldn't, cos you are all out there now.
And is good to get the girly time, cos it means the ovarian cyst will calm down for a week or two. And that it isn't so big that things are not working. Licorice tea and fibre. This is how I defeat the evil cystula that is trying to take over my reproductive system, one ovary at a time.
I have to hoop at class tonight. Last rehearsal before Knox Fest.
Performing with tears of agony running down my face is an acceptable look, yes?
*months because my cycle is moody and dependent upon the whims of the cyst. 2 months is fairly normal, with the second month being painful and swollen and horrid.