(Shit)I'm a Woman!

The Red Bloat has arrived, and it hasn't been this bad in years. The cramps were so horrendous earlier that I cried like a two-year-old and crawled into a hot shower until the water went cold. I'd still be in there if we had a tankless water heater, but this shack has a pitifully undersized water heater that my tight-fisted mother never replaced because that would cost money, and Lord knows we can't have that, so the water lasts maybe twenty minutes in spring and summer and what feels like a fart and a sneeze in winter.

It still hurts so badly, and I'm so tired that I can barely keep my eyes open, so I think I'm going to call it an early night.

Do I really have to live with this for another nine years?