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You know, those douchebags who rhapsodize about how perfectly a banana fits in their hand? And be like, "Explain to me how the female reproductive organs were intelligently designed. Because unless your Intelligent Designer is a sadist, that shit makes no sense."
Hell, I can't figure out how it makes evolutionary sense either. Curl-up-in-a-ball-to-die pain is not really conducive to running away from predators.
And the uterine cramping is made extra annoying to me by the fact that at least with my intestines, I can (and did) poop my guts out and feel a little better for it. But the uterus owies do not have any sort of abatement method (other than the aforementioned curling up in a ball to die). At least I've got the 90-day birth control, so that this only happens once every three months instead of once a month, but still. OW.
Plans for today:
-stay in pajamas
-wallow in self-pity
-cuddle the Bootsie lots
Hell, I can't figure out how it makes evolutionary sense either. Curl-up-in-a-ball-to-die pain is not really conducive to running away from predators.
And the uterine cramping is made extra annoying to me by the fact that at least with my intestines, I can (and did) poop my guts out and feel a little better for it. But the uterus owies do not have any sort of abatement method (other than the aforementioned curling up in a ball to die). At least I've got the 90-day birth control, so that this only happens once every three months instead of once a month, but still. OW.
Plans for today:
-stay in pajamas
-wallow in self-pity
-cuddle the Bootsie lots
