
- You’re deeply uncomfortable.
- You’ve downed five glasses of cranberry juice and there’s still no end in sight.
- Concerned friends keep asking if you’re ok.
- How much longer can this go on?
- Your male colleagues are unsympathetic.
- You really want to pee but can’t.
- You keep waiting for your meds to kick in.
- You wish you had worn looser, more comfortable clothing.
- You keep thinking: “What would Nora Ephron do?”
- You turn to Google for answers, but this only makes things worse.
- No matter how it burns, you just have to ride it out.
- You wonder: “Who did I piss off to deserve this?”
- Your mother keeps texting: “Stop complaining; this is why you’re still single.”
- The only relief comes when you close your eyes and pretend to be sleeping.
- In a fit of desperation, you promise to watch FIGHT CLUB if it only goes away.