Ah my people. I’m 47. Name changed in case I do go rogue 😀
On Friday I came frighteningly close to murdering DH in Tesco’s in an epic row over a fucking panini. He is yet to learn when is best to keep his mouth shut and not to continue pushing my buttons because I can’t bloody help myself. I did apologise. As did he. I maintain I was still right. 😂
I can’t sleep. If I don’t need a wee a dozen times (yep @Legoandbarefeet I hear you) I’m pouring with sweat. Both of which leave me knackered and irritable.
I have spots to rival anything Adrian mole had.
I ache everywhere (I do have hyper mobility syndrome but this has worsened it) and could sleep all day.
I have no interest in anything, sex included and my get up and go got up and went about six months ago. I get no joy from food or drink or any of the things that used to make me smile.
Spoke to the GP and she sent me for bloods 3 weeks ago. I apparently need tests 6 weeks apart so waiting for the next lot. Might call tomorrow because a lot can happen in a month, remember the movie ‘falling down’? That.
Ive been on the mini pill for years due to heavy periods and haven’t had a period for about ten years other than a small breakthrough bleed a few months ago so no idea if I’m still regular or not, but frankly the idea of coming off it and seeing fills me with more rage. DH had the snip many years ago so at least that’s not in the mix.
I have found evening primrose oil capsules help, but now I really do need to control this rage. It’s horrific.