Still there. Oh joy.
I scheduled an appointment with my gynocologist for tomorrow afternoon. A friend of mine recently recently went through three weeks of bleeding and she has assured me that based on her experience, I will be poked and prodded to the nth degree.
In the meantime, I am going to attempt to relieve my intense (hormonal and situational) desire to lock myself in my car and sob uncontrollably by having bacon for dinner. If bacon can’t solve my problems, nothing can.