[King Prout]

Day 6 is now done, for which I thank God.
Yesterday was unexpectedly easy. No cravings, no irritability, not much discomfort.
I thought I was over the hump.
Boy... was I wrong.
I awoke this morning mad at the world.
I stayed that way through to lunchtime.
There's this one hen in the office who just cannot shut the #*&^ up to save her life. I mean it. If she ever fell quiet for five contiguous waking minutes... it'd be the first time she did so in her entire life. I spent most of the morning muttering "STFU" through gritted teeth like an evil mantra. I almost bit my employer's head off over some minor paperwork she's been letting slide. Fortunately the good Doctor just grinned and said "Detox sucks, huh?" and got the paperwork cleared up before heading out to the remote clinic.
I caqnnot remember being this generally cranky.
If PMS is anything like this, I am once again *SO* glad to be 23xy.
This morning was vile... and I really wanted to suck down a carton or two. I didn't, but damn I sure wanted to.
After clocking out for lunch, I wolfed some grub and went out and rode my horse for a while. That took the edge off.
The afternoon was much better than the morning.
Not great, but better.
Worked late, ate a hurried supper, watched CSI.
Logged in to put this update in, but got sidetracked (FR does do that, don't it?)
Tired now. Shower, then bed.
Tomorrow will be better. Fridays are halfdays, and there is this big damn doe with a great big bullseye on her forehead waiting on a date with me and my rifle...

[Hillary's Lovely Legs]

Keep going, and remember, we are all pulling for you!

[gtech]

I'm still following this thread. Sorry you had a bad day, but maybe you can use it as motivation. You'll be through with this soon, but if you give in you'll have to go through it ALL over again someday. You might as well stick it out now.

[Aracelis]

If PMS is anything like this, I am once again *SO* glad to be 23xy.

ROFL! Hang in there, and thanks...you're giving me the inspiration to quit.

[at bay]

For those that believe their word is their bond, maybe you have the best quitting method yet. I am nothing more than my word. I remember the words of a family friend, a thoracic surgeon who retired early, his life's work, in his opinion, an exercise in futility. "I got tired of operating on people who were going to die anyway" he said, firing up his pottery wheel. Thinking about it, the pitch "Well, there's only a one per cent chance this surgery will work" probably anyone would take the shot, why not?

Hopefully your friend will be the exception. My father beat bladder cancer which is only 10 per cent beatable. Advances in surgical techniques make surgery circa 1980 look like butchery. Kick an animal,(not too hard) or take down some game. You are going to make it, you have my word on it.

[dyed_in_the_wool]

I caqnnot remember being this generally cranky.

I can.
How's it going?