That was such a mild period, I can't believe it. Not a lot of blood. Barely any cramps to speak of. Tyne kept glancing over at me worriedly, asking if I was 'dying' yet. She's seen me on some of my really bad says. The pale, shaking, rocking, grinding-teeth-until-I-get-some-painkillers days. She says she keeps thinking I'm going to die on those days. But I'm not. I never do. Not to my recollection, anyway. The mood was pregnant and yellow today, and sat heavily in the sky as I bussed my way home. That's all I could think about. The fat, yellow moon, dragging itself over the light polluted sky, so there were hardly any stars. I can't wait to get back to Nelson. Tomorrow, man...tomorrow.... . Rosie.
Before&After
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