Blood And Gore
Jun. 17th, 2009 02:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
You know that point in the horror movie at the end, right after the Great Big Scary Bit, when the main character figures she’s escaped from and/or defeated the monster/chainsaw-wielding madman and relaxes and lets her guard down and sits down and breathes a sigh of relief and HOLY SHIT UNEXPECTED LAST-MINUTE JUMP-OUT IS UNEXPECTED and she has to suddenly lurch back into Survival Mode and try to kill it with a forklift* or something?
Yeah, that’s how my period was this week.
Normally I have a pretty neutral relationship with my reproductive organs and their various antics—blah blah, bleed bleed, whatever—but when you're wearing your new snowy white tae kwon do uniform and find yourself, so to speak, up Blood Creek without a paddle, there is a moment of serious alarm.
At least the mad dash to the bathroom for the old paper towel trick got me out of a round of push-ups. Kicks I can do, but fuck push-ups.
*¡Olé!
Yeah, that’s how my period was this week.
Normally I have a pretty neutral relationship with my reproductive organs and their various antics—blah blah, bleed bleed, whatever—but when you're wearing your new snowy white tae kwon do uniform and find yourself, so to speak, up Blood Creek without a pad
At least the mad dash to the bathroom for the old paper towel trick got me out of a round of push-ups. Kicks I can do, but fuck push-ups.
*¡Olé!
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Date: 2009-06-17 08:38 am (UTC)I am so over it!
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Date: 2009-06-17 08:50 am (UTC)Bless the old paper towel trick. Gah.
Why is it always when you're in gi or equivalent, too? It's uncanny.
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Date: 2009-06-18 06:53 pm (UTC)I have gotten too complacent on Da Pill--back before that was around, though, I was the world's most suspicious bleeder.
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Date: 2009-06-17 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-18 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-17 09:36 am (UTC)I used to try and do something "creative" with the thought of my periods to help me get through the agony. I would imagine that the cramps were actually these little worker people who picked and smashed all the nasty uterus bits and flushed them out like it was some kind of a job. I used to create little lives for the different workers as I endured agony. ha ha ha. This last week, the workers were slacking and took long lunch breaks but then suddenly rush through their work with ten times the force. Those little bastards.
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Date: 2009-06-17 11:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-17 12:46 pm (UTC)I'd actually still rather do push-ups than kicks, myself (something about the limbs flailing around that makes me feel less bad-ass than building upper body strength does), but push-ups do suck mightily.
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Date: 2009-06-18 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-06-18 06:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-17 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-18 02:22 am (UTC)We need some guys in white coats studying the effectiveness of various mental tricks.
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Date: 2009-06-18 02:54 am (UTC)That's why I have tampons stashed EVERYWHERE.
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Date: 2009-06-25 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
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