This last week I've been working like crazy to get a big deliverable done by yesterday afternoon. I was working on the weekend, 10+ hour days Monday and Tuesday, barely taking time for lunch, but I did it! I did it without flipping off my boss or yelling - that's a pretty good accomplishment right there - or anything. Which I really wanted to do once or twice when he kept going on and on about something I'd already said wasn't finished. Arrrrrghghghg!!
(Any guys reading this might want to wander away now because I'm going to talk about 'female stuff' now.)
Yep, I got my project done even while I was wanting to tell most everyone to eff off and leave me the eff alone for a minute, because the Prehistoric Monster Syndrome was rearing it's flaming, roaring head. You know when the sound of someone's breathing annoys you? Yeah, that's what I was dealing with. Just for kicks, the hormones would also randomly make the bottom drop out from under me. Literally, walking from the bedroom to our kitchen and suddenly I would just feel too depressed to breathe. Not that I do that anyway. [Score extra geek points if you know what I'm referring to! Or just follow the link...]
Sure, those feelings could just be from the stress of being under a microscope and wondering if I was going to get written up or fired for poor job performance, but, three things make me think this has been PMS a week "early" this month.
1.) Last month, it was a week early, so it could actually be time for it.
2.) I had the feeling this week of being in a brain fog and having to struggle with focus.
3.) Today, like a switch, I'm much clearer.
Anyway, I saw my Doc today. He said that he wouldn't think perimenopause, but he diagnosed PMDD. That's right. No pansy-ass regular Prehistoric Monster Syndrome for me. My hormones have decided to regularly firebomb the hell out of my inner balance. Making just about every encounter that particular week of the month a running internal dialogue of irritation about the stupidity of everything.
P.M.D.D. -- Psychotic Mood from Dealing with iDiots. Whadya think?
No matter what the label is -- The treatment goal is the same. Get those damned hormones under control!
The Doc gave me a sample of one of the brands of continuous birth control pills, the kind where you only get 4 periods a year. Yee-hah!
Art mystery possibly solved?
2 days ago
2 comments:
4 periods a year! Woot! I've had like four periods in the last THREE years thanks to the baby boys, and I am NOT looking forward to their return. Because whooooeeee do I turn into a psycho. I am so glad you are on the road to some relief. It sounds awful! Good luck.
Yeah, 4 periods a year I could deal with. Though zero would be even awesome-tastic.
I'm just so, so glad that I had almost the first 2 years of Little Bit's life without PMS or periods. Dealing with a newborn *and* PMS?! Holy crapdoodle! (The new fav 'curse' phrase for me and DH...I came up with it while we were watching 'Lost'; it was my take on one of the character's reaction to a statement. I guess you had to be there. It was hilarious. No, really :-)
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