These mothereffing cramps are kicking my ass. I really want to crawl under my desk, curl up in the fetal position whimpering and pleading for someone to put me out of my misery. I also have no work to do, so I'm mind numbingly bored. Christ, today sucks. I've managed to idly bite two of my nails down to the quick, so they now throb and look fiercely red. I think on my lunch I'll go out and buy some new fun nail polish, in a bid to stop biting. Oops, I just started in on nail #3.
I'm sure it would do me good to get up and walk around a bit, but I'm paranoid that the bale of cotton that's shoved up there is already working overtime.
Duck, duck, goose
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Aleve is the key. Two in the morning will work at least 8 hours on mind-numbing, vomit-inducing cramps. It's my savior.
Thanks for the tip, Andi. I haven't had cramps since I first hit puberty, but the last few periods I've had they've come back with a vengeance. Oy.
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