Weekend Recap - Hot Water Bottles and Snack-Based Survival

 


This weekend’s activities included: lying in bed, clutching a hot water bottle like it was my emotional support pet, and consuming enough snacks to feed a small village. Why, you ask? That delightful monthly visitor—aka the time of the month—decided to show up and ruin everything.
The first couple of days are always the worst. Painful, foggy, and completely unproductive. Functioning? Not on the cards. I spent most of the time horizontal, wrapped in blankets, popping paracetamol like they were breath mints and wondering if junk food counts as a coping mechanism (spoiler: it does).
I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t do anything remotely useful. But I survived. And sometimes, that’s enough.
Here’s to better days, less cramping, and maybe a salad at some point to balance out the snack mountain. Or not. No promises.

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