Boys (and those faint of heart) – be forewarned… I am going to bitch about my p-e-r-i-o-d.
My periods have always been terrible. In high school, I usually ended up staying home at least one day a month. In college, once when I was on the floor moaning in pain, the guys who lived downstairs mistook those sounds for someone doing the horizontal bop. Nope, it was just me… considering whether I should go to the emergency room or not.
I was on the pill for many, many years. I stopped for 2 reasons. First and foremost, Bryan got the ole snip snip 2 summers ago… so what’s the point, right? And second, I am off and on antibiotics for acne so often that it doubly did not make sense.
But I called my OBGYN today.
I am getting back on the fucking pill.
“She” came today with a vengeance.
I have barely been able to move for the last 3 hours.
How is it possible to bleed out your entire uterus in the time it takes to watch Ghandi?
I want her gone.