Boy, do I have egg on my face, but I finally…finally get it. All those times, usually monthly, I scoffed at your need to stay in bed with a heating pad and pint of Haagen-Dazs, for that I’m sorry, I apologize.
I’m also sorry for my callus suggestions to “spit on it and rub it” or “walk it off”. Not to lay blame, but it's a holdover from Little League.
My epiphany was fashioned by the five or so minutes I’ve spent the past two nights with unbearably painful stomach cramps. The first night I actually broke out in a cold sweat. Last night I just wanted to roll up in a ball and cry. Total time = about 10 minutes.
I want to thank each of you for your patience and having taken part in my belated attempt to become an ‘official” metrosexual.
PS. Please forgive me for posting this note of apology/thanks on my blog instead of sending an individual, handwritten note. Those of you not living out of the country or in the witness protection program have failed to leave a forwarding address.