Forgive me readers for the following self indulgent rant but I'm truely feeling sorry for myself today. I know it's a fact of life that every month I turn into a pain ridden , cranky bumbling mess, but it still knocks me for six, you'd would think I would be used to it by now after 15 years of periods. But no I'm not! Unfortunately I'm one of those women that suffers from extreame cramps, now I don't mean the 'ouch that hurts, let me take a little rest' kind, I mean the 'oh my god I can't stand up, is it innappropriate to burst out crying in the middle of the street' sort. So my plans for a productive day of taking photos and some handsewing have disolved into me having a bath and going to bed with a hot water bottle and an unrecommended amount of painkillers. I have now resigned myself to the idea that I may just watch some badly written cliche girlie movies,cry a bit, and maybe snap irrationally at the boyfriend...just for the heck of it. Ah well it could be worse, I could be working today, at least I can shuffle about the flat enjoying my self pity without scaring anyone else.
