I think I may have written my saddest Bad Migraine Haiku ever. I'm stuck in some sort of PMS limbo land. Aunt Martha (my period) is acting like she wants to come to town for a visit, but she just won't commit. It's been 33 days now. I've got cramps and back pain, migraine deluxe, and mood swings, but no actual results. This is really pissing me off.
Here is the haiku I wrote over the weekend.
Life is not my own
Pain robs me of who I am
Why am I alive?