We'll just take that as a win.

I woke up to a crampy bloodbath.  The cramps were the worst I've had in years. 

Yup.  Definitely premenopause.  4 days of spotting, then this, that "ain't" typical. 

Thank God I was wearing my heavy-duty tampon, anticipating something just like this, except with a lot less pain. 

Thank God I also had some generic aleve, I felt as though my uterus was being removed.  It was ghastly.  It reminded me of some of the cramps I had as a teenager. 

I got up for a drink of water (after my cleanup and medication) and encountered Ron in the kitchen drinking shots of vodka.  He later told me he "slept great" after he did that. 

Well, he didn't have a blackout.  We'll just take that as a win and leave the rest of the drinking alone.  He is using the shot glass.  He has some idea of portion control. 

We went back to bed and I fell asleep as the painkiller began working.  I slept in a little late, for me, and did my God Time later, after I got up from my nap. 

I took a b-vitamin.  I figured I could use the energy.  We had a long day. 

First, we had to get to work.  Our driver was late.  Then she was playing the "ignorant liberal morning talk show".  This show is the antithesis of the conservative talk I used to listen to as a teenager. 

That's right, I used to listen to conservative talk radio as a teenager.  I would call in some times, they loved it because of my age, plus we lived in CA and "no" teen was a conservative back then. 

Anyway, the schedule goes like this: 10 minutes of old soul classics; 5 minutes of the new miracle hair care product; 10 minutes of propaganda, fact distorting, mispronouncing simple words and using them out of context; commercial; back to an old soul classic; "interviews" - more propaganda; etc. 

It is exhausting and painful for me.  I'm not ignorant.  I get my own facts.  I'm not a liberal.  Yet I'm forced to listen to this crap.  She kept turning it up in fact, especially when they got to a story about how someone said something mean about the current First Lady. 

First of all, we are to respect our leaders.  The Bible is clear on that.  So on that, we agreed.  If the driver had asked me my opinion I would have said that and left it. 

Second, when you are a public figure people are going to judge you.  That happens to all celebrities.  People are vicious, that's what we do/are in this society.  It's not fair, or nice, but it's true. 

I shudder to think what they would say about me. 

Look at the show "What Not to Wear".  The whole first half was literally tearing the person down, then remaking them in the hosts' image. 

We tear people down in our society, we don't build them up.  That's just a fact of life in the End Times. 

Thirdly I would say public figures, and their supporters need to develop a thick skin.  I was bullied a lot: if you offer a passionate response you make it "fun".  If you react with apathy, or not at all, it isn't "fun". 

The driver also had on overpowering air freshener.  It smelled like 10,000 fake strawberries in there.  It gave me a headache, the one thing I didn't have this morning. 

I reminded myself a lot of the clients are lax on personal care, and she probably deals with a lot of unpleasant odors.  I just wish the company would have a policy banning the air fresheners.  They stink and they give me headaches. 

We finally got to work.  Ron and I erupted out of the car.  I got him into his wheelchair and into the building. 

We were busy for the next couple hours.  I did the "pull" - took money out of the machines, counted it privately, and set it up for the bank.  After work, we went to the bank and made the deposit (we couldn't, yesterday, because Chuck got sick).  Chuck met us after we finished and we went out to lunch at Arby's.  I love their fries. 

We ate and came home.  Ron made a meal of cheese sticks.  Agh.  His nutrition is enough to frustrate even the best dietician.  He did get a sandwich to go, he will eat it later. 

Vegetables?  Fruit?  Anyone?  Nope, not for Ron. 

Yet he is surprisingly healthy, considering. 

We came home and I took a nap.  I slept pretty well, no more pain and my "flow" is more reasonable now. 

I guess my uterus didn't like last night's blog post. 

I did my God Time and organized the computer room a little bit.  I need to take out the trash pretty soon.  I'm debating if I want to do it tomorrow. 

Tomorrow I need to load ink into my printer, log onto a food safety website, and help Ron (I will be the screen reader) get his food safety permit.  He needs to do it as a substitution for missing the conference last month.  There's no way he could have done that! 

Hopefully next year, if we haven't been raptured, Ron will be able to attend this time. 

We need to do that, though, we're on a deadline.  I just pray everything works.  The printer is pretty odd, it likes to do print alignments in the middle of the print job and it uses up a lot of ink.  I got extra printer ink just in case but I'm just dreading it. 

I hope it's a lot easier than I think it will be.  I tend to go to worst-case scenarios, even medicated. 

Speaking of, I think I will "hold" my medication until I get this thing done.  The Haldol can make me a little dim.  It can wait a couple hours. 

Don't try this at home. 

So, that's it for tonight.  I'll be sure to let you know how the great food safety certification and certificate printing worked out.