Day 11

I don't know why I'm blogging about day 11 when I haven't blogged about days 1-10.  I guess I never thought this would go on so long that I would reach a day 11.

What am I rambling on about?  Just one more of the trials joys trials of being a woman.  : //   I am on day 11 of the period from h*ll.  Considering I haven't had a real, full-blown period for more than a year, this is only to be expected.  But that doesn't mean I have to like it, or even tolerate it.  The whole experience has been so bad that I wonder if I have any uterine lining left to shed.  Heck, I even wonder if there's much of my uterus left in my pelvic cavity.  Ugh.

Because of this extended cycle, my iron count, which is low to begin with, is probably in the toilet (along with most of my uterus).  I mentioned to G that I was worried about my anemia, coupled with my non-existent energy, and he thoughtfully suggested that I ought to have a steak for dinner.  And he even more thoughtfully, especially since he's a pescetarian, offered to grill one for me.  There was just one catch . . . we didn't have any steaks on hand, so I had to go to the grocery store to buy one.

I hadn't left the house for two days because trips away from a readily accessible bathroom haven't been advisable.  Unfortunately we needed other grocery items besides steak, and I didn't trust G to do the shopping.  He also was pretty busy with work and didn't have any business sneaking out to the store.  So I girded myself and ventured out, figuring I would have a window of about one hour before I would have to rush home to avoid an embarrassing accident.

Thankfully all went well.  I got a lot of groceries and I selected a beautiful New York strip steak that G grilled to perfection.  It was delicious!  I hope the iron in that juicy piece of red meat really does the trick.

I also hope that I don't have to blog about a day 12 or 13 or 14 or . . . .