Wine&Advil

I feel like I'm one hundred fucking years old.
I can't sustain a single emotion for longer than 15 minutes.
I can't take a piss without bleeding and moaning.
I can't eat a meal without cramping and hating.
I can't drink a glass of wine without tearing up like a fucking 15-year-old reading lovenotes passed a grade before.
"Do not take more than 4 tablets a day." I, and every other woman on the planet with a gasping, wheezing uterus laugh in your face.  I'm 8 down, and two glasses of wine to go.
Phases of the moon drag me fast-forward through phases of life 'til I'm hobbled and bent, tear-stained and unloved, making deals with God(or more likely, Satan) for a demise hastened, but more bloody than ever.