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It's that scene from The Shining where the elevator doors open and a huge flood of red explodes out into the corridor, and I'm like, "WTF BODY?!" and it's like *shrug*.
Seriously, my bathroom looked like an episode of Dexter five minutes ago. If I'd KNOWN I'd have covered the room in plastic sheeting for protection. And maybe invested in some of those crime scene booties and coveralls.
This TMI moment is brought to you by probable anemia (which is the the usual culprit for me when this happens.)
*takes an iron pill*
*reminds self that feeling exhausted for days on end MEANS SOMETHING GODDAMMIT*
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SUCKS. My body used to be a little more consistently horrific the first few days, and while I'm glad it's calmed down a little it's now onto this SURPRISE! ATTACK! thing, where I'm lulled into a false sense of security by several really light days and then The Shining. And not every time, either; sometimes it's more steady. BAH. Poorly designed indeed.