Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: remnant drops and bits, brown
Mood: steadily improving
Symptoms: increased emotional sensitivity
Mucus:
Had to hold back tears twice for things that usually compel nothing more than pout or wrinkled brow. There was a strong desire to just give up entirely as everything seem to justify all of my rash feelings.
I’ll just go ahead and conclude that I’m still unsure as to how as I should face the world.
Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: 1 tablespoon, brownish red–more red, though–milk consistency
Mood: not good
Symptoms: headache
Mucus:
Oh, I had the cup in all night and into the late afternoon today. Horrible little stench that was. Geez, that took me back to my pad days.
I’m cool now. That headache certainly wasn’t very cool, though. It pierced my skull like a rapier’s blade and would not relent until I fell asleep. I’m actually still under the sway of a slight throb in my left temple.
I’d like to experience my Crone phase as intended, but this sore throat will deny me the privilege, it seems.
Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: free flow, more like free spotting, I suppose
Mood: eh
Symptoms: none
Mucus:
Was supposed to be productive, but suckered into one of those so-called time suck websites–Listverse. On the bright side, it allowed me to crack open my two books on fairytales–the unadulterated–somewhat–versions: Grimm’s Grimmest and Tales of the Brothers Grimm.
Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: teaspoon, dark red/brown, liquid, some lining
Mood: bleh
Symptoms: none
Mucus:
I did not fertilize my plants at all this time, which is unfortunate because it looks as though the baby really needed a boost. Shame.
The signs are pointing to, among other things, writing. I’m seeing and feeling it.
The keyword missing from my German study is repetition. Despite knowing that it’s necessary, I’ve become the “eh, I’ve studied that, already,” idiot. Fantastic.
Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: ¼ oz, dark red/brownish, liquid-like
Mood: ok
Symptoms: headache
Mucus:
The cup is great. The cup is good. The cup does just what it should.
Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: ½ oz, liquid-like, fluid, dark red
Mood: sour
Symptoms: none
Mucus:
Should this uncharacteristic feverish feeling disappear, I could pretend it never happened and leap into everything again. I don’t feel sick, just warm all over, including my ears–heat coming from my ears, as if they were expelling hot air.
My sleep cycle is off again.
[ramble]This laptop, despite its wonderfully huge self, is made for writing. My fingers love these keys and Word is beautiful, well, it’s nice. It would be beautiful if the paperclip fella were there to keep me company–he was 98% of the reason I finally gave in to Word.
I watched Poison Friends this afternoon, so I’m feeling slightly writerly. That along with BBC Languages softened my disdain for French.
BBC Languages–yeah, as if I need another source for this German business. I also found some online German tv, but it’s essentially useless right now as 98% goes right over my head. Using it as background like some osmosis trickery just doesn’t work. I keep my eyes glued on the lips and subtitles (if I’m lucky enough to get them) as though I’ll magically understand it all if I watch long enough. Pfft.
I have a hankering to journal online. I have several blogs, but this one receives all of my attention now. They all have themes. The one in which I actually journal is juvenile and is hosted on Blogger, which I don’t like anymore. I want to talk about what’s in my head, but this isn’t the place. This is about menstruation and if I ever get on that kick again, spirituality–they are quite related.
German would be something to talk about. Perhaps as a fortification exercise.
The main word is connection. Yet, I’m so neurotic, it’s embarrassing. It comes out in some of these posts and I cringe at the thought. Eh.[/ramble]
I’ve neglected my plant, but it continues to thrive and bloom. It’s huge now. I NEED A CAMERA.
Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: ¼ oz, dark red, elastic, chunky
Mood: —
Symptoms: bloating, cramping, cravings, slight headache
Mucus:
Yet another 24-day cycle. Bummer. This week: diarrhea, gas (both ends), the fingernail thing–I really don’t get it–cravings.
Something else is going on, but I hesitate to say that it’s cycle-related.
I honestly can’t catch a break.
Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: remnant drops, brown, watery, brown mucus
Mood: just wrong, wrong, wrong
Symptoms: nagging headache, tears, frustration
Mucus: brown, elastic
I suppose that’s what happens when I neglect my workouts–3, solid days of day 7 emotional fragility. Everything upset me. Things I knew I shouldn’t get upset about I cried over.
Again, I couldn’t muster the will to do much about it: meditation was haphazard, exercise was simply a no-go, and I didn’t get much exercise, either.
Journaling helped somewhat as well as busy work for my brain–ultimately it’s about getting my mind focused on something else. Yeah, and being around good people dispelled some of the ache.
Instead of bouncing around, full of energy, I just bundle up loads of anxiety and anger–negative energy. What a load of donkey poop. However, it seems I have a goal: Get a handle on meditation before my next period.
Despite my lack of success I believe it will work. On the first day with the cramps, with the yoga and breathing, I felt a some relief. Incentive enough, I’d say. Yapple Dapple.
Hey, what’s up with the super-elastic mucus on remnant and first days? I’m just now thinking about this while I’m writing a post (unless I’ve questioned this another post somewhere).
I’ll wear my cup a few extra days in order to explore this mucus phenomenon more thoroughly. Perhaps my finger swabs aren’t sufficient.
Hmmmmmmmmmmm.
Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: light, 2-3 drops, dark red, watery, little, brown, chunky bits
Mood: fine
Symptoms: right pelvic ache
Mucus:
It’s winding down, winding down. It’s been interesting. I’d really like to eliminate the cramps, though. According to Feminist Women’s Heath Center, “a diet high in linoleic and liblenic acids, found in vegetables and fish, increases the prostaglandins for aiding muscle relaxation.” The other prostaglandins are to blame for cramps.
I love vegetables and fish, so I have no problem with this–I just need more.
I’ll try to do some shopping tomorrow for that lucky plant. I may even consider an experiment–discover which plant achieves the most growth and vitality.
Moon: Waning Crescent
Flow/Texture: light, 500 ml (1 teaspoon), first ½: dark red, watery and brown lining/chunky bits, second ½: dark red, elastic, thick with brown chunky bits
Mood: contemplative, slightly irritable
Symptoms: tiny headache, soul searching
Mucus:
I’m coming to terms with the lingering scent of menstrual blood on my fingers after each emptying. It’ll be just one of those things. It’s never been a bad thing–the fact that it remained just weirded me out. I’ve only got a few days left anyway; it’s best to enjoy them however I get them.
I’m not artsy fartsy enough for menstrual art, but period blood as an aphrodisiac or fertilizer? I could get into that. It’s made to nourish living things, so, despite the fact that I won’t be getting pregnant anytime soon, if at all, why not allow it to do that?
I’m all about embracing my monthlies as attributes, why not take it that notion to its fruition–so to speak?
