Okay.
Stopping my anti-depressant the week before PMS hit probably wasn't the best idea in the world. The re-calibration of seratonin combined with the upswings and downswings in hormones made for a fury this past weekend. My PMS usually makes me borderline suicidal ... I just want to hide in my room away from the world, but not this time. I wanted to take the world out with me. I wanted blood. I wanted to feast upon victims.
I was on a predatorial high so severe it frightened many. At one point, I snarled. It wasn't a human snarl. It scared both me and my roommate. She left for the day.
I'm still repairing damages. I'm surprised some people are still talking to me. I tried to avoid everyone, but it's hard when they ignore your Away message and IM you.
I got into a horrendous fight with my ex, told a good friend I have a crush on him, almost drove to NY just for a hug and ice cream, came really close to driving to Chicago just to breathe in the city air, told another friend I wanted to sleep with him and then balked when he offered (I really just wanted to bite someone, not let them touch me), and so on. Oh, it was a mess.
I'm normally a volcanic person. This was a hurricane. The eye in the storm came when NoPantsDave and I had a really nice conversation. He talked to me until I got so sleepy I couldn't move.
I slept fitfully that night, and then I was fine the next day, if not drained. I felt like a dish rag that had been twisted until every bit of water had dripped out. I stayed hidden in my room and talked to no one.
I can handle one adrenalin dump during a day, not ten.
I often refer to it as "riding the storm out". I'd just forgotten that it usually means turning off the IM programs. Oops.
One joke about this, and you die. It's not funny to those of us who have to experience it every month, and this was ten times worse because of my stupid timing with the pills.
Stopping my anti-depressant the week before PMS hit probably wasn't the best idea in the world. The re-calibration of seratonin combined with the upswings and downswings in hormones made for a fury this past weekend. My PMS usually makes me borderline suicidal ... I just want to hide in my room away from the world, but not this time. I wanted to take the world out with me. I wanted blood. I wanted to feast upon victims.
I was on a predatorial high so severe it frightened many. At one point, I snarled. It wasn't a human snarl. It scared both me and my roommate. She left for the day.
I'm still repairing damages. I'm surprised some people are still talking to me. I tried to avoid everyone, but it's hard when they ignore your Away message and IM you.
I got into a horrendous fight with my ex, told a good friend I have a crush on him, almost drove to NY just for a hug and ice cream, came really close to driving to Chicago just to breathe in the city air, told another friend I wanted to sleep with him and then balked when he offered (I really just wanted to bite someone, not let them touch me), and so on. Oh, it was a mess.
I'm normally a volcanic person. This was a hurricane. The eye in the storm came when NoPantsDave and I had a really nice conversation. He talked to me until I got so sleepy I couldn't move.
I slept fitfully that night, and then I was fine the next day, if not drained. I felt like a dish rag that had been twisted until every bit of water had dripped out. I stayed hidden in my room and talked to no one.
I can handle one adrenalin dump during a day, not ten.
I often refer to it as "riding the storm out". I'd just forgotten that it usually means turning off the IM programs. Oops.
One joke about this, and you die. It's not funny to those of us who have to experience it every month, and this was ten times worse because of my stupid timing with the pills.
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futt3rm31n390:
Sorry Toots....I'll send you the first 12 pages of the book....It's unedited & will probably stay that way...Just a sample....Stay Strong...... 
dogslife:
My chickie and I were in an anatomy museum and there was a torso of a woman opened up with all the parts spread out and plasticised so it looked like an explosion. Sitting undisturbed in the pelvis was the uterus, an organ neither she nor I had ever seen before, and which she found far too small for all the trouble it caused. I think she expected something like a skull, complete with a leering grin.