Not fair!

    Not fair! We skipped going to the Comicon this year and camping at the desert because J had to work extra hours and we simply had no money. So after finagelling schedules and eating very cheaply, we managed to arrange to go to San Diego for two days; today, tonight, and tomorrow, returning tomorrow night. And of course, I wake up this morning, and what do I get? Cramps, bloating, anxiety, rolling stomach, shaking, no tolerance or patience or energy at all, and a big fat cry right under the surface.    I tried to make a deal with the Powers That Be; we'll be back tomorrow night. They can have me in menopausal hell all of Saturday and most of Sunday. I just want these two days and one night to GET OUT OF TOWN and HAVE FUN with my family. PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE.    I've got to go clean the bathroom now so that the person watching the house for us isn't disgusted. Wish me lots of luck. ladies. We were going to the Zoo and Wild Animal Park, and just enjoy ourselves and this precious time we have while L is still a kid. I would really feel bad if I had to spend it crying in the motel room.   Not fairnotfairnotfair.