I would chew off my mother’s finger for a codeine, I swear to god.

This happens every month. EVERY MONTH.

And it never gets easier.

Right now all I want in the world is to crawl onto my futon and curl up with a heating pad, preferably with a head full of painkillers and a vodka grapefruit. Instead, I’m at work, in agony, lamenting the fact that it’s only 9:45 in the morning. Fuck.

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So I just got back from the drugstore, where I bought two (!!!) packages of those heat pads you put on your stomach, a 60-ct box of Motrin, some gum, and tampons. I ask you, if you were the cashier, would you tell me to “have a nice day”? It seems clear from my purchases that at this point, I’m just going for “tolerable”.

On the upside, though, I got to McDonald’s right before they switched over to the lunch menu. Bacon egg and cheese is so great, once every 21 days.

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