Living the Cliche

Ugh. Normally my period doesn't hit me too severely, but today it went all stereotypical on me - cramps relatively mild, but depression severe enough to keep me home from work. Luckily it lifted after a few hours, but it was disturbing - not so much pain, but a horrifying numbness; the inside of my head went all grey and empty, and any attempt to bring in thoughts to furnish the void just resulted in exhausting clutter. As it started to ease off, I could find a few things that were simple and pleasant enough to think about (Fruit. Cobwebs. The smell of wood-smoke.) and I started to rebuild a mindscape out of them.

I have enough co-workers who suffer migraines that no-one's likely to inquire too deeply into my sickday, but this leaves me with only two left for the rest of the year.