I went to the doctors today, because unlike all the other pretty little girls of the world, my mentraul cycles are bloody wars which cause a fog of dysfunctional depression, severe cramping, as well as other adverse side-effects.
Ok, that's a little dramatic.
But in all honesty, who can blame me for desperately seeking help to a problem I suffer individually? Maybe everyone. No worries though, for now all my dreadful days of blackened emotions and nighttime horror-flick fun are over, thanks to what people nowadays call contraseptives. No, no, I'm not sexually active, just hormonally ridiculous. Babies? Who needs to prevent those? All I need to do is get rid of my acne as well as bloating, restlessness, and insomnia.
Tomorrow my mommy will bring home a box of pretty little pills that are to be taken daily, and I will (dishonestly) hide the fact that pregnancy is unlikely from my fiance, as well as pray that this becomes a solution, not a new difficulty to deal with. How delightful!
Perhaps I will have some tea with that.
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