cry of agony, TMI

[aesc]

I WANT MY BIRTH CONTROL BACK RIGHT THE FUCK NOW.

SERIOUSLY, BODY, THIS IS GOD-FUCKING-DAMN RIDICULOUS.

THIS IS MY SECOND-TO-LAST DAY OF VACATION. FUCKING STOP IT I HATE YOU.

*cries*

I need chocolate, the world's largest hot water bottle, an overdose of Motrin, John Sheppard to rub my back (I don't care that he'd be horrified), and Castiel to soothe my troubled brow right this instant.

Comments

[cinderlily.livejournal.com]

He wouldn't probably be horrified as long as you didn't tell him WHY he was giving you a back rub and didn't ask him to talk about his feelings. Heaven help you if you asked about his feelings. And, though I don't really follow it, couldn't Castiel just like, wave away the pain? I like to live in that delusional moment all the time. That there is something out there that could go, "Not planning on a baby this month? Oh. Cool. Poof! All better, right?"

I am off of birth control and ON Prenatals and I swear to you because of hormones I want to kill people for four days a month. Like, visually accomplish it in my head, feel bad for my husband and my MIL (who is coming into town TODAY. D'oh.) So I feel your pain. I send you all the mental chocolate I am not hording to myself. ;)

[aesc.livejournal.com]

He wouldn't probably be horrified as long as you didn't tell him WHY he was giving you a back rub and didn't ask him to talk about his feelings.

Still, it's the... touching. Maybe if I told him to do it for Rodney.

And, though I don't really follow it, couldn't Castiel just like, wave away the pain?

He could, but I have a feeling he would say suffering is good for the soul. Sigh.

I like to live in that delusional moment all the time. That there is something out there that could go, "Not planning on a baby this month? Oh. Cool. Poof! All better, right?"

Grah, yes! I also dream that there would be, like, a button I could push, or a switch to flip on and off to indicate that, hey, I think I'd like to try for a kid this month, so preparations need to begin. Otherwise, the factory stays shut until I give the say-so.

(God, this is what they call a design flaw.)