Dear evolution, YOU BITCH.

This brought to you by Heather's monthly wish to not having been born with an XX chromosome.

Aside from the pain, I get dizzy spells.

At one point had re-wired computer so could sit on floor and work. Was quite happily doing this until HR came and kidnapped me due to health and safety reasons. Whined until the dizzy spell passed, escaped and re-wired computer since could now sit on chair due to ability to stand/sit upright returning.

:sigh: Rhys was going 'you really shouldn't come into work.' while I grumbled that this doesn't normally hit til 10 o'clock so I can't tell and can I please have a laptop so that way we won't have the cricking neck problem. Rhys : 'No. And I don't remember seeing you -' 'Yes you have, it's normally because I'm tucked under the desk, this happens every month and half the time it's only ten minutes.' 'Er, painkillers, not that I know what you're going through....' :waves heatpad: 'Right, got it, are you sure we can't send you home?' 'Dizzy spell. It will pass. Sending me home would be stupid since I can't stand up. This is incredibly silly.' 'Do you want water?' 'Not thirsty! Dizzy does not always equal lack of water.'

Now not allowed to use ball and must use chair with arms so there's less chance of me falling.

Also : sulking due to being too hot. Tend to run a higher temperature during period anyway, and having to clutch boiling hot wheat pad to stomach and thighs not helping.

Oh, and Cathy? Mandy Patinkin stalking photos now up on Flickr.

Further notes on attack womb time :

(aside from the temper, the pain, temperature going up and the dizzy)

eating chocolate because it makes you feel better but you're not really eating it for the taste, you're eating for the endorphins.

craving fruit but don't really want it. Seriously, my ideal wish-food right now would be a bowl of pimms that looks more like a fruit salad than a cocktail.

My Krispy Kremes/hydrogenated fat tolerance goes so far down to the point I go right off it. Lissy brought some in and I'm looking at them knowing they're technically food but cannot comprehend *how*. Like american sweets.