Generally not good

[changeling]

Feeling better and worse than yesterday. The symptoms are worse, but I feel like I'm on the other side of them. And I'm sneezing less frequently. Which is good, because I'm having these blockbuster sneezes that leave me weak and shaky afterwards. I didn't know that could happen. My head-plumbing is also so royally blocked that I have a permanent earache from blowing my nose.

In ... other news, I got my period today. On one hand, this is good, because it's something stupid like a month late, for the second cycle in a row. On the other hand, I could have done without the cramps and the backache as well.

I just feel like a great big ball of miasma, right now.

At least my girlie washed my pyjamas last night. And thirteen of my hankies. <3

Comments

[chennpug.livejournal.com]

*pet pet* At least you're not pregnant! That always used to cheer me up when everything felt awful and miserable and hopeless. Or at least very sneezy.

Have some tea. Tea makes everything better.

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

But I'm a LESBIAN! We invented the girl-loving specifically so we didn't have to deal with morning sickness!

Well, not really. But anyway.

The number of times when I've had a workmate delicately ask me (when I've been feeling off-colour) if I might be ... pregnant, is rather frightening. Especially since I wasn't in ANY sort of relationship at the time, even a Sapphic one.

I like tea. *sniffles*

[chennpug.livejournal.com]

I suppose that depends...aren't there a good number of lesbian couples having babies these days? Wonderful advances in fertility treatments these days.... :D

You know, I've noticed that some people have pregnancy on the brain. Not because they happen to be, but because they want to be, you know? Deep down. There are four such people in my office, so yeah...I hear ya. It could be the sniffles, a sore tooth, a broken leg....but these people secretly suspect that everyone around them is having wildly satisfying and unprotected sex, and the pain is referred discomfort from their super-secret podling, and they can't WAIT to jump out and say "AHA I KNEW IT. Serves you right for enjoying yourself!"

(Actually, when Nyte would have a bad day, he'd list everything that was wrong and then say, "But at least I'm not pregnant!" and we would giggle like 12-year-olds. I learned it from a boy.)