Period talk.
Okay, so. Today's the first day of my period. I know it's going to be hell, I know I'm not going to be able to function. I probably won't even be able to walk. I might pass out, throw up, whatever.
So, I tried calling into work.
Mischa will NOT let me stay home, even though she's seen me going through all of this and has sent me home just because I couldn't breathe because the pain was so bad and my face lost all color. It was a good thing too because I threw up as soon as I got home.
Now the cramps have already started. In an hour, I need to fucking WALK to work, and by then I'll be surprised if I can even fucking stand. If I pass out on the way, crack my head on the sidewalk and die? HER fucking fault. If we fall behind because I'm stuck in the back room on the floor because I can't move? HER fucking fault.
Seriously, the minute she said "We're going to need you here" I started crying.
The only good thing about today? My period is going to be nearly gone by the time Thanksgiving and my birthday get here.
On a side note? God of War 2? ROCKS.