It all started Friday night. I was getting ready for St. Jude dinner and my suit was a little tight. Ok I might have gained some weight recently but I wore that suit last week and it was fine. I wrote it off as being fat. Little did I know it was something else.
Saturday I feel like crap and have to be up early for my other job. I get done and I feel worse. Chelsea always tells me that the nights I drink I am always “sick”. I have heard it referred to as the â€œbrown bottle fluâ€. Saturday night I take some Tylenol and go to bed.
Sunday I don’t wake up until 1:30 pm. I feel refreshed. I go to work at the radio stations for a couple hours. Chelsea and I watch the Memphis Dream Home giveaway and I am pretty sure I cried for two hours straight.
Monday I wake even in a worse mood. Driving to work I hear â€œPerceptionsâ€ on the radio. â€œPerceptionsâ€ is a daily thought from a local church it involves a story that has a meaning. Mondayâ€™s Perceptions is about a man who is receiving death threats. He wakes up one morning to find his wife gone and his car too. He is about to call the police and in pulls his wife. He asks where she was and she tells him â€œI was making sure it was safe for you.â€ The man never had to ask if his wife loved him again. I am now in tears and crying hard.
At breakfast I try to put on a happy face but feel like I am being annoying. I avoid my new friends so as not to bug them. I start feeling really down like no one likes me at my new job. I feel that I am being a leech and inviting myself into the group. At national meetings they show videos and I think I cried at each one. Before hospital tours somebody told me I look sad. I laughed it off and told them I was just tired. I was depressed as hell.
Tuesday we have more national summit and we have a “meet the patients”. I think I cried the entire time the three patients spoke. Then it hits me… I think I am on my period. Letâ€™s look at the facts: Friday I am bloated. Saturday: I ache and restless. Sunday: I ache and start to get moody. Monday: I am depressed, crying, and alienating myself. Tuesday: I am little better but not much. Wednesday: Nothing is wrong. If I wasnâ€™t a guy I would have thought I was pregnant. I donâ€™t know how girls/women do it.
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