today has been like... the most miserable day of this year.
my uterus is trying to claw its way out of my stomach, alien style. i'm so expecting my uterus to explode out of my stomach in a bloody mass and pull itself out with its little fallopian tube arms and wave its little ovary hands in triumph.
so i've been laying on my tummy on a heating pad pretty much constantly since i got home, partly for the soothing heat, partly because it can't claw its way out if it's pressed against the futon.
i use the tiny tampons that are hard to find. because... i'm a tiny girl. but today when i went to buy them... they didn't have the tiny ones, they only had the regular sized ones. i was in a lot of pain and just wanted to get home so i grabbed them thinking they wouldn't be too different.
boy was i wrong!
the ones i usually get are as big around as my pinky... these are twice that big... and they hurt. :\ like it's not bad enough that i'm crampy, now i'm crampy and stuffed full of so much cotton it's making me sore
i hate being a girl sometimes.
Wow. Sucks that you're in all that pain.
I really do love the "alien style" reference though.
Is going to have a "mouth inside a mouth" deal?
Maybe they should have gone with that idea for the movie. Ripley is bleeding, so her uterus comes out to kick some alien ass.
Haha, the uterus thing made me giggle like a freak. Hadn't it occured to you that if we were still reading your entry after images of a uterus bursting out of you and waving it's fallopian tubes about that we'd probably be alright reading about tampons? :P
tampons and raging uterii are a different kind of nasty.
the uterus is a funny type of nasty. the tampons are just a tmi kinda nasty.
i know reading about satan's little cotton fingers is well beyond what most guys are capable of reading, because for some reason they don't want to hear about vaginas unless their pee pee is inside of it.
but a uterus exploding in a shower of gore and doing a happy dance? that can't just not be hilarious.
Ok, ok, I should explain...
I didn't physically WASH them, but I had to pick them out of the hamper and put them in the washer. Either way, it was no good.
That's what you get when you date a bulimic/OCD/armchair femminist.