Friday, August 2, 2013

BIRTH CONTROL... Supposedly.

 ruining my life.

I've been on it for 2 weeks and I've turned into a female Lucifer.

How, you ask?

Oh, I will tell you
don't fret.

1. Supposedly I walk around looking like I want to kill everyone.
2. Supposedly I'm not "me".
3. Supposedly I'm "lashing out irrationally" (respect the Santa Clause quote).
4. I'm getting horribly bothered by the most minute things.
5. I look like a chubby bunny which puts me in an even worse mood (there goes fitting in my wedding dress).


I always feel like I'm doing everything wrong.
I'm never good enough.
I want to go straight home from work and sleep.
I don't want to talk to anyone. EVER.
I haven't text my fiancee back in over 24 hours. (oops) (but not oops, cause Lucifer doesn't care).

Thing is.

I had a kidney transplant as most might know.
Some might say, AWESOME!
Which, in reality, it really is.
But it comes with a lifetime of continued... stuff.

Such as.

I'm ordered to be on birth control by my doc's.
I don't have a choice.
my medications that keep my kidney alive and well
will cause my children to have major birth defects.

only planned pregnancies for me.

When I decide to get pregnant
They'll have to change my meds.
I'll be put back on steroids (the legal kind)

So, while I'm getting fat, I'll be getting fatter.

It's great.

I'm done. If you hear of any criminal activity in the Layton area, it's probably me.

Don't mind.

That's that.


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1 comment:

Rachel Huntsman said...

love you!! we will be Lucifer together.....muuhhaaaa (wink wink)