Don't be deceived by this happy picture of me above. This was taken a few days ago, pre-PMS.
There weren't a whole lot of smiles coming from me today.
I thought I'd wake up this morning with my Crazy Connie (aka PMS Queen) funk behind me, but alas, she was still around. Even worse, if you can imagine.
Plus, I think it's important to tell you that today is day SIX of The Dizzle's let's-just-say-stomach-issues-even-though-we-all-know-that-really-means-traveler's-diarrhea.
I don't mean to put him on blast here, but I'm just trying to paint a picture on just how rough our day was:
A little bit irritating. A little bit frustrating. And a little bit sensitive. For both of us on all counts.
We spent all day cooped up working in our hotel room, with the occasional hug and words of encouragement exchanged. Plus a few tears shed by me. Nothing even happened to warrant the tears. It was just one of those, I think I need to cry kind of cries, then you instantly feel better afterwards.
You know what I mean? I know you do.
Good news is, I think we're on the upward mend here. For me at least. I'm not sure what The Dizzle's near future is like, but here's to hoping.
Anyway, it's our last night here in Nha Trang.
Outside, everyone is celebrating International Women's Day and I can hear the music all the way up on the 8th floor. I think I'll stay inside though. No one needs a party pooper.
I'm talking about me. Not The Dizzle.
We're hopping on another train tomorrow for TEN HOURS.
Please, please, please, let's hope there's no foot next to me this time.
But if there IS, let's hope I get the courage to say something.
Or at least throw a dirty look behind me every 10 minutes or so. Because, that'll show them!
Have a wonderful weekend.
And cheers to being a woman.
It's so comforting to know we're not alone in these crazy, hormonal times of ours.
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