So I have been really moody lately. Really. No. I mean REALLY. Like one minute I am laughing and everything is just peachy keen jelly bean. And the next minute I am crying hysterically. The ugly cry. The one where there is wet stuff coming out of various holes in your face and you can't catch your breath. And then the next moment I am so angry I want to rip someone's head off. Seriously. People are afraid of me.
So what is my deal?
Well, I just googled my symptoms. And according to the super reliable medical info one can receive via internet search, I am either manic, bipolar or peri-menopausal.
Let me just tell you something right now. I am 37. Freshly 37. And if I go to a doctor and he or she tells me I am on the fringe of menopause, people better freaking duck and cover. They may as well lie to me and start prescribing the happy pills because there is no way I am accepting that diagnosis three WHOLE ENTIRE YEARS before I turn 40. No way. Not a chance. Not even funny.
Depression? Mental illness? Bring it on. But leave my ovaries and estrogen levels alone.
That is all.