Did everyone hate Einstein? Michelangelo? Did the masses point, laugh and sneer at every new concept thrown their way? Does the world need both types of people – the “Fox Mulder” kind who are open to all possibilities and the “Scully” kind who scrutinize and narrow every possibility down - to it’s provable only in the here and now kind of point? Does it take both kinds to make this world function? I fear so. Frustrating as it is, I fear so. Proof can stare one in the face, but unless proof physically shakes them or throws massive amounts of pain at them, they will not budge.

The world needs both types. (Sigh………)



I am about to comment on something a little embarrassing. Personally, I would not normally share this with people, but from a scientific viewpoint it might be important. You see, for the first time in years, and I do mean years, I did not suffer from PMS this month. Let me elaborate. My PMS symptoms have been so consistent over the years, that I didn’t need a calendar to monitor my cycle. It was always the same. First my skin would break out. A couple of days later, my cramps would start to bother me. One or two days later, my oh so welcome (heavy on the sarcasm) friend was here. Always. Never missed a beat. Mood swings and fatigue would sometimes rear their head. I took comfort in the fact that my crying spells were temporary.

Ergo, I was SHOCKED when my friend snuck up on me. Wow. What was the deciding factor? Is this a fluke? Is it the multivitamins I have been taking? (Blood Type A, of course.) Is it the fact that I have spaced my cups of coffee out 6 hours apart as D’Adamo has suggested? Is it the fact that I have recently started a weight training class and I have been exercising a little more consistently? Is it the fact that I have been avoiding wheat due to my little one’s allergies? Hmmm. Too many variables to rule out here. But I know one thing for certain – I am PMS free.

For the moment. How long will it last?

There is one more certainty. If my nasty friend isn’t so nasty two months in a row, that’s a record. Food for thought.