I just took my Clomid. 50 mg of Clomiphene Citrate for the next 5 days. I’m usually not too much of a beast while I’m actually ON Clomid, so I’m looking forward to a couple of days of non hormonal hell.
Yesterday I took a group of students that I work with to a couple of retirement centers to put on skits, and I had such a hard time being there, because I am always reminded how little I do for other people, and then on top of that even if I were doing more service, I would still feel like I wasn’t doing enough. I was so grateful the Clomid weepies hadn’t hit, yet, or I would have been an absolute mess.
In a move that indicates the fact that I probably should have had another tattoo done, (when I’m feeling stressed or crazy or sad, tattoos really help me, for some reason) I chopped my hair again. And dyed it, from dark blonde to dark brunette. Apparently I need a little change in my life. I like it. I look like a lady. And kind of like a vampire.