PMS Diaries

Almost midnight and I'm awake... That only means one thing. The Red Monster has arrived. Greetings, favorite people in the world. It's my birthday week and my body is in auto-sabotage mode. My period decided to grace my life three days before her due date and I'm already borderline intoxicated with Midol and Ibuprofen.  For someone like me, anything past 10:00 o' clock is past my bedtime. I'm living on the edge by even considering being productive tomorrow after not having eight hours of sleep. But hey, I'm all about the YOLO life. Talking about YOLO, after careful consideration and a terrible hangover Monday morning, I decided not to drink ever again. We all know that's a lie but I don't think my body will be able to endure that kind of behavior anytime soon. I mean, it was fun, I had a great weekend but the consequences were destructive.  Oh! And guess who has been working out and eating healthy? This bitch right here! Wanna know why and how y...

I twisted my ankle two hours ago... I started writing this entry on April 26th and here we are, it only took me two weeks and a half. Greetings, muffins! Iiiiiit's Monday and it feels like one too. I had a couple of beers yesterday celebrating the mamas around me and as usual, I'm regretting it. Also, guess what? Yes, you're right! I'm fucking ovulating. #Blessed . But let's go back to my ankle. It was a Thursday afternoon, I was minding my business at the office and forgot to close the pet gate. A cat walked in, I freaked out, tried to chase him away but my leg was asleep so I kind of sprained my ankle. It was terrible! My legs weren't shaved and I had a three-week-old pedicure gracing my toes. I waited around seven hours for Ryan to drive me to the hospital cause "it wasn't that serious" and "it could wait". I ended up with some ornamental crutches, bandages and a fascinating medical bill for my collection. I'm still in pain an...