Not a post for men

Are you male?  Do you want to read musings about women’s periods?  No?  I didn’t think so.  So, just look away.  Go find some pictures on The Google to oogle at instead (it’s a pun!) 🙂  If you choose to go on then don’t say I didn’t warn you.

So yes, this is a little post, mostly for me to have to refer to in a month’s time, documenting the fact that today I have hormonally induced quasi-depression.  How do I know?  Well, I just know this thought-pattern.  I’ve observed it often enough that I know how it behaves, how it feels, and how different it is from the ‘normal’ me (even when stressed and grouchy).

It begins as a rather non-functional day, descends into ‘crap, there’s no way I can do what I’ve signed up to do’ and then comes an avalanche of negative thoughts.  At which point some other part of my brain goes “Hang on!  That’s unusual!  What time of the month is it?  Ahhh… Right!  Ok, ok, just remember, you’ll be back to not thinking this way in two day’s time.”  At which point another part of my brain groans and curses stupid biology.  A yet another brain part starts looking back to the past week trying to estimate the consumption of dark chocolate, and comes to the conclusion that none was bought, and that at least one evening passed where there was much desperation at the lack of dark chocolate.  And then I go have lunch and growl at Finnur, Life, the Universe and Everything.

The big difference from my previous life as a graduate student though is that I HAVE TO TEACH A CLASS TOMORROW MORNING and I don’t feel remotely like this is a good idea, or that I’ll be able to finish it.    But I will.  Because that’s what I do.  And I had dark chocolate for lunch.