I need to be elsewhere right now

On Wednesday night I packed up my winter clothes (!sob! my wardrobe is the only thing I like about winter) and put out the summer stuff. I am so bored with my old summer wardrobe. I want to make some new stuff, but I'm still having such terrible swelling issues that I don't want to invest the time. I like to hope that I'll have this problem resolved (or at least minimized) by May or June. Spending hours making a new summer wardrobe to fit my current body doesn't seem to be the best use of my time.

Right now I have two summer dresses that fit, and no skirts. I didn't have the courage to try on the pants. mckitterick took a look at me last night and said "It looks like you put on twenty pounds in the last twenty minutes." Thursday morning, I was still up two inches around my waist, from what I would guess was a high of four and a half or maybe even five inches the night before. It was worse than the comparison photo I took last year. Much, much worse. I should have taken another photo, but it was just so depressing. And uncomfortable.

Blah.

Thank goodness for stretchy jeans.

After getting through my f-page (and all the ontd_p posts), I can honestly say that I am fucking done with humanity at this point. Done.

Exhibit A: Southern Miss Band Hurls 'Where's Your Green Card?' Chant At Latino Player

Exhibit B: The Arizona Senate is considering a bill that would give all businesses the option to exclude contraceptives from health insurance coverage.

Exhibit C: 'We Have No Choice': One Woman's Ordeal with Texas' New Sonogram Law

My heart physically hurts after reading that third one.

There are times when I become so enraged and terrified at the prospects of women's and reproductive rights that my brain just starts spinning in circles and I can't form coherent thoughts. As someone who has been very sexually active for her entire adult life (and then some), those issues are important to me, and I'm incredibly sensitive about them. Perhaps it is my unreliable feminine nature, but I can't even discuss them rationally. These issues should not be up for debate, and in my world they are not. If you disagree with me, keep it to yourself. Trust me, you don't want me to know.

And now I really need to get away from the internets before I have an aneurysm (or heartburn). Time to start my first day of vacation.