I am woman, hear me roar!

God I hate PMS! Ugh! Everything was going fine and dandy up till the point where I developed some shitass cold whilst trying to cram and digest company law statues. Argh! I put off taking meds cos I really didn’t want to be dozing off just as I was getting my groove. However it wasn’t long before I succumbed. I got sick of having to partially breathe through my mouth, the incessant sniffing and blowing my very red and sore nose. There’s no way around these dreaded colds and its a lose-lose situation. Argh!

Everything went downhill from there. I snapped at Andy when he called, and was basically a big, fat (read: water retension), grouchy, PMSing monster. (no ah nia, I’m not admitting to the ‘monster’ title your daddy bestowed upon me, not counted hor!) I think if I had looked at myself in the mirror, I might have had a mean scowl stamped on. PMS has this strange way of taking over my mind and body, and turning me into a foul tempered grump. Hate it, but I have to learn to deal with it better. I dont usually get affected by it so badly but today was really an exception. I was so bitchy its not even funny! I probably had enough rage to strangle anyone who ‘pissed’ me off, even my poor brother could sense the inner bitch. I know this because looking back, I realised he asked me to help grab his cassock and hand it to him at the front door (cos he already had his shoes on) in the sqeakiest of voices. Crap! now I feel guilty.

That aside, being a woman sure has its rotten days and I say stay clear from a PMSing one if you don’t want your head to get bitten off. I hope this hormonal overload subsides, if not, God bless!