My Uterus Kicked my Ass

Not really. But Saturday night, after a glorious organic meal out, we walked to our favorite jazz club. I had felt it cramping up at dinner. It wasn't the food - it was all clean and I didn't have any wheat (except for a half bite of an empanada, and it was glorious!)  It's my hormones. Now that I'm starting to get some estrogen back, and my period was technically due yesterday, my uterus is basically saying, "WHYYYYY???"

So, as the night progressed, I became more and more in pain. I mean, I thought I might give birth on the street. To an alien. With 6 heads. And he would literally chew his way out with 6 sets of ridiculously razor sharp fangs. Because he hates me.

Hubs said we should get a cab but I could not imagine getting into a seated position without my water breaking. So we hobbled.

Got home. Made very strong golden milk. Hubs drew me a hot bath.

Woke up the next morning - FINE!

Oh, hormones. I'm so sorry that I took that stupid tamoxifen for 11 months. That was dumb of me. I knew better. I didn't want to take it to begin with. I felt myself turning psychotic. I felt the pain. I knew when I developed osteopenia before the doc told me. I was not trying to kill myself, but, that's what I was doing.

So, I'm fluctuating. Yesterday, we went to the gym. I ended up going to get cupped. Google if you're not in the know. Stars do it. Smart people do it. And hey- even I do it! Been having this done on and off for many, many years. I love it. It brings a huge sense of pain relief. My marks are not particularly dark, which is good. But it felt so relieving. I may try and go again this weekend. As long as no gigs that require strappy dresses are on the menu, I'm cool with the marks! Mine aren't even that dark. I've had times in my life where they've been nearly black. TOXICITY!

I'm going through hormonal ups and downs, for sure. I'm STARVING. All the time. But, for the most part, I'm being very good. Perhaps I'm indulging in more calories than I should, but my body is asking for energy. I'm being way better than I've ever been, and that's saying a lot. And, I'm happier than I've been in, well, 11 months.

I'm back. I'm like a light with a short in it, sometimes I blink off, sometimes you have to shake me up to get me to light again. But, I'm back. I can't wait until I'm 100% back.

I just built a huge kitty condo. It's a belated Christmas/Valentine's Day gift for the kitties. Our 12 year old loves to climb up the metal ladder to the top bunk and hang. But to jump down? He literally jumps down. I'm so worried about his old bones, so this thing actually reaches that top bunk. Yikes! Their old condo is tiny. It's like the difference between having a 2 story loft space and maids quarters.  Yes, I sang the Jefferson's Theme as I built it. A deee-luxe apartment in the skyyyyyyyyy!