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The day I ovulate.
It comes on like a blow to the head. Unwarranted and discombobulating. The dizziness, the tiredness, the lack of enthusiasm, the sore breasts and the inability to remember such things as my cell phone number or my name.
The gym lightens the weary, but only for the time I'm moving. When I rest, when I lay down, when I sit to write and focus, the tired eyelids flutter to close, my head clouds with a grey fog and my ability to move fluidly sputters into clumsiness and forgotten direction.
Oh, ovulation, you mock me so.
Gosh, you have it bad! I've never had a lot of trouble. I'm not sure why... Hope things get better for you. 
Sorry chicka...