Yesterday and today are sick days. PMS is hitting with a vengeance. I am hoping that the actual 'M' part shows up damn soon. I have been at home (though I went out yesterday for black cohosh, St. John's Wort, carrots, and a cellphone earpiece that maybe WORKS on the way back) feeling like I'm about to kill something. Realized on the way back that some combination of effects were making me unsafe for freeway driving, so got off and went the hell home on surface streets at a sane speed with the windows WIDE open.

(After looking in detail through the other ingredients ... lobelia. It's the only one of the lot with any reported narcotic effect, and damn if that didn't feel quite exactly, though to a lesser degree, than those narcotic pain meds from the nasty shoulder strain/inflammation. That puts this, and anything else containing lobelia/eyebright/Indian tobacco, at least in concentrations near, equal, or greater than 150mg/dose on my "Do not drive within five hours after taking" list.)

So. Doing Support. Working on the dudes and putting them in the mood theme, with the eventual intent to migrate the pics over to LJ hosting and package up a command console script for others to borrow them. Not much actual writing. Not much actual reading. There has been sleep. I have Not Been Feeling Good.

The night of the 12th/early morning the 13th, I had nasty PMS, which complicated an otherwise straightforward instance of sleep dep, allergies, and dehydration.

Note that allergies make it difficult for me to breathe. Note that difficulty breathing and dehydration both cause me to have panic attacks. Sleep deprivation makes any bad mood that I have that much worse. PMS puts me on a hair-trigger and makes me that much more likely to snap at people.

In the middle of all this, I experienced computer difficulties.

Figment only noticed me snapping at him once.

Figment probably deserves a medal or something. (Either that, or I've gotten a lot better at leaving my internal state internal, and not betraying bad internal states by being unpleasant externally. Or both.)

It had better be PMS, at least. If I was that irritable and it wasn't PMS, there's a problem that needs fixing.