Bloody reproductive system.

Dear Right Ovary,

Stop it. No, really, stop it. I don't care if that little nodule of fertile goodness is ready to pop, for God's sakes, YOU'RE HURTING ME. I can't SLEEP. I feel like someone has nailed me to the bed via my RIGHT HIP. Why can't you be like all the OTHER OVARIES in the world that DON'T HURT? FUCK!!!

Yours,
Nancy.
PS: I know you've been conniving with Miss Uterus to make my life hell. Don't you deny it, bitch.

Blurgh.

I feel dizzy. Really dizzy. And weak. And I know what is doing this to me: Tramadol. I sleep for fifteen hours a day because of that stuff. I'm tired all the time. My emotions are unstable as all fucking get out and it's not just because of the trauma I had this month. I have to kick the Tramadol habit because it's fucking me up totally.

I wish I'd never started this fucking stuff.