Clomid

Day 4 of Clomid: Blame It on the Dolls

The weekend is here and not a moment too soon. I have no way of telling whether this is all in my head, or a direct result of the Clomid, but I’m pretty much in a perpetual rage. I’ve taken to having friends read all my professional emails before I send them out, because I’m paranoid that my low-level fury will boil over into the writing and get me in trouble.

The only upside is that I’m just blaming everything on the Clomid. Tired? It’s not because I didn’t go to bed at a decent hour, it’s because of the Clomid. Cranky? It’s not just my personality, it’s the Clomid. Standing over the sink shoveling cookies into my mouth with a glazed, joyless, thousand-yard stare? Clomid.

I’m blaming typos on Clomid and attitude problems on Clomid and my total disinclination to exercise or leave the house on, you guessed it, Clomid. I like this so much, I might just make up an imaginary friend named “Clomid” and blame everything on him, like “Nobody” in the old “Family Circus” comics.

“Who put lipstick on the dog?”

“Clomid.”

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