I had another health crisis around something entirely different. However, I'm not going to go into it because I'm starting to date and am realizing the importance of maintaining some aura of mystery (I don't think mysterious women blog about their periods). What if my future husband reads this and gets to know me far sooner than he should? Of course, my (someday) partner will eventually get to know me, but it's important to prolong the discovery process for as long as possible. In my experience, the end result of all relationships is the inevitable conclusion that the other person has "issues" and is essentially weird (compared to what I don't know). I know it's the result of my intimacy issues (and those of the guys I've chosen) and my fear of being "known" and all the stuf that my therapist drones on about (it is her job to be annnoying). Unfortunatley, the "you're a weirdo" phase is as far as I've gotten in relationships, which shows you why I'm still single. I think there's another phase after this in which people who stick it out actually learn to love each other and become higher, more spiritually evolved human beings. So, even if I'm still someone who spends most of her life obsessing about her sinuses, shoes, and how much to spend on lip gloss, I hope to some day develop a loving partnership with a member of the opposite sex. For the sake of that goal, I'm going to refrain from graphic descriptive outpourings about my health issues.

Just for today, I have blogging boundaries.