Ok- back in February when I was still "experimenting" with the whole dating scene, I stumbled across a very interesting gentleman who introduced me to the notion of "hamster brain." He stated it was the mental state he would find himself in when he wasn't able to ride his stationary bike for hours on end...(And to think THAT relationship didn't work out. Such a loss....)
What did work out though was that term. I like it. I'll use it freely and refuse to credit him by name. Ha! That's what he gets for not calling me back...
And today this is what I'm going to write about. This weekend, I experienced non-other than my own hamster brain. Folks, it wasn't pretty. Nope. Not at all. I fell from grace and I have a witness to prove it.
So, here I am- peeing the equivalent of liquid fire, right? And I'm thinking: how much worse can it get? Well, let's see- on Saturday, after four blessed menstruation free years, guess who came a-calling? That's right. I emailed the very good Dr. K about it today. The gist of my email stated: "I can have cancer OR I can have my period. I cannot do both." I closed with an elegant: "Do you think you can fix it?" And don't even GET ME STARTED on the face full of acne I'm sporting. WTF? Really? Haven't I been inconvenienced enough?
Then- I really fell apart Sunday night/Monday morning. I won't go into too much detail, as I'm not quite ready to laugh about it all yet. However, West Coast Director of Operations, Paul is. And, that's a good thing. Because someone must take control of the situation STAT.
After some discussion, I agreed that his experience with my hamster brain is WAY funnier than anything I can write about. So, he's going to be my guest blogger and share the story with you. While I won't go into too much more, I will tell you this: his story will include leg cramps, bed wetting, my impressive and creative use of four-letter words and an ill-timed page to Dr. K at around 3:00 AM.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen- my mind is officially blown. Is it November yet?
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