*waves* Hello. I have PMDD (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder). Which means the week before my period, I completely lose my mind. If you think I’m exaggerating, try living with me for a month. Do not confuse PMDD with PMS (Premenstrual Syndrome). PMDD is to PMS what an atomic bomb is to a firecracker. It is not cool, brah. But the truly magical part of PMDD is the minute I start my cycle, I’m okay. It’s wonderful for my husband. He just loves the raving, sobbing, screaming, lunatic that replaces his otherwise delightfully neurotic and bitchy wife for an entire week every month.
So, my sanity train completely derailed last week. I’m going to go ahead and tell you all, if you start seeing crazy (well, crazier) shit from me here and/or in person, and it’s within a week or so of the 20th of the month? Do not engage the alien you see before you, wearing my skin. Just throw some chocolate at it and back away slowly. Really. It’s for the best.
I can’t wait til menopause. I’ll be the one on CNN wearing a clown suit and wielding a grenade launcher. *curtsey*