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jadegirlFirst day of my period. Normally, no big deal. A little pain, a little discomfort, more easily tired than usual (anemic), but no big thing. Sometimes, though....Augh.
This morning was one of those times. Usually I'm lucky, and when it's bad I'm at home, and can just sit in the tub and wish I were dead. Today I was not lucky. Today I was at Union Square, at the farmer's market. We had finished our shopping and were on our way to breakfast when I began to feel weak, as if my blood sugar was getting to me. Less than five minutes later I was sitting on the sidealk at 13th St and University, sweat pouring off my skin, shaking, and explaining to Sir I didn't think I could walk the block and a half to our destination. So he went for the car, and I sat on the sidewalk, folded over my legs and feeling grateful the shopowners weren't chasing me off, as I was pretty sure I'd have to crawl. I must have been a sight. Feeling somewhat better now, and I should be fine by evening, but I swear, it's like being dragged behind a horse.
Augh.
On another note, it seems much of my friends-list is in a similar space regarding 'stuff' - I've lost count of the people talking about going through a purge of their things, and I'm planning one myself starting Monday. I wonder what's up with that? I just feel cluttered, like I'm holding on to too much, both physically and emotionally. On a purely practical note, less stuff is less to clean. On the other hand, it looks like there might be quite lean times ahead, so I'm also stocking up where I can on certain things - herbs for the garden (2$ a pot at the farmer's market, next week I shall stock up) craft supplies (doing pretty well there), and other such things. Also making some small lifestyle changes to help us adjust to the times ahead. I'm not worried, not at all, really. It's been tight before, and we've still managed quite happily.
This morning was one of those times. Usually I'm lucky, and when it's bad I'm at home, and can just sit in the tub and wish I were dead. Today I was not lucky. Today I was at Union Square, at the farmer's market. We had finished our shopping and were on our way to breakfast when I began to feel weak, as if my blood sugar was getting to me. Less than five minutes later I was sitting on the sidealk at 13th St and University, sweat pouring off my skin, shaking, and explaining to Sir I didn't think I could walk the block and a half to our destination. So he went for the car, and I sat on the sidewalk, folded over my legs and feeling grateful the shopowners weren't chasing me off, as I was pretty sure I'd have to crawl. I must have been a sight. Feeling somewhat better now, and I should be fine by evening, but I swear, it's like being dragged behind a horse.
Augh.
On another note, it seems much of my friends-list is in a similar space regarding 'stuff' - I've lost count of the people talking about going through a purge of their things, and I'm planning one myself starting Monday. I wonder what's up with that? I just feel cluttered, like I'm holding on to too much, both physically and emotionally. On a purely practical note, less stuff is less to clean. On the other hand, it looks like there might be quite lean times ahead, so I'm also stocking up where I can on certain things - herbs for the garden (2$ a pot at the farmer's market, next week I shall stock up) craft supplies (doing pretty well there), and other such things. Also making some small lifestyle changes to help us adjust to the times ahead. I'm not worried, not at all, really. It's been tight before, and we've still managed quite happily.
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Date: 2004-07-17 02:50 pm (UTC)And I hope you're feeling better. I have borderline anemia; sometimes it hits, sometimes it's fine -- so I sort of understand. Rest is good.
Purging is good for the soul. I need to clean and organise. I've already done quite a bit at work, but I need to work on here as well. Next month when I'm home more.
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Date: 2004-07-17 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-19 11:58 am (UTC)HATE fierce periods -
Love you.