Woke up late (0745) and drenched in blood -- the curses of womanhood again. No wonder I've been cranky and irritable. Took a shower, and the nauseating smell of blood and rust lingered in the steamy bathroom. I wonder if it's dangerous to paddle in the early morning and evening in such a bloody state, what with the great white in NZ and all. (Maybe I should seriously consider using a plastic boat.) And no wonder I'm anemic, how can I lose so much blood overnight and still stand up, it's anybody's wonder.
As I showered, I seriously thought about toying with birth control pills again. Used to do that when I was a teenager: I noticed my period stops for a month or two when I start taking the pills, so I would take the pills a week or so before I go camping, and stop the pills once my trip is over. But I'm a little older now, and I wonder if it's worth messing with my hormones just for a good day on the water, especially with the tumor growing in my left breast. Still, there has to be smarter ways to deal with my period; I have no doubt it's dangerous to lose so much blood, and on a regular basis. I am feeling dizzy and thirsty as I type (and I just had a can of coffee).
Right, woke up late, and still mucking around online, so that means no sailing for me today. I'm not willing to skip my 20k assignment, so I have no choice but to play hookey in sailing.
Breakfast today:
- scrambled eggs x2, with tomato paste, half an onion and half a green bell pepper
- 1 can of blue mountain coffee
Lastly, I wonder if it's cheating if I paddle over 30km during my 20-30km assignment. You know how professors send your essay back if you write 10 pages instead of 6 pages as assigned... It's probably safer not to ask, I don't want to out right defy instructions; it sucks to be told explicitly not to do something -- it makes me crave it with a passion.
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