That was what that was yesterday. Pms. Dammit. I hate that day every month. I know better than to get behind the wheel of a car on those days. Its only ever ONE REALLY bad day a month. I either bawl , over react or feel violent. "That mailman is walking on my street! How dare He. " Then i stave off the urge to dive on him off the porch, Jimmy Superfly Snooka style. Seems to me that doctors and Oprah, are starting to take seriously the issue SOME women have with PMS. Some doctors apparently actually take the time to clock these "episodes", monitor hormones levels, and try to solve them. Here in Canada... with the free health care, I dont think doctors have the time nor the patience to deal with such trivial matters. Therefore i have granted myself one allowable mentally unfit day a month. Its the 26th day btw.
First appt with my dietician tomorrow since surgery. Its not the dietician at the bariatric clinic either.. she a local one that has never dealt with a bariatric patient before. Neet eh? Melanie said she will be in contact with the dietician in Toronto in order to keep everything on the up and up. Shes young and eager... i like that.
I have been very busy at work. This is causing some issues with eating.. or non eating or drinking. See, as a stylist you are taught how to inhale lunch without chewing at all while your client is under the drier .. or processing . No one ever sees their stylist eat.. its just bad juju. Hence i found myself slipping back into an old pattern.. a destructive one. It goes like this.. GO GO GO GO GO GO GO..then at 9pm when the last client leaves... clean clean clean clean entire house, get daughter to bed , prepare for next school day..bath/shower...eat eat eat..passout. I get so into work that i forget to hydrate as well. Boy o boy does that ever make you feel nasty. Im not overly booked today so it shouldnt be an issue today.. however.. im booked STOOPID tomorrow for 12 hours. Wonder if ill make it.