I need to complain!
Okies, so this week has sucked for me. A lot!
Not only has it been a weird stressed out allergy week where I am trying to get an apartment and not chop my hands off from all the dishes I’ve been washing, but also, I had my period.
Yeah. I know. We all hate it. But usually, it’s just a small inconvenience for me. Since we should all know by now that I’m abstinent, I have no fear of being pregnant so my period is literally just an annoyance.
This month, it was late. And for someone who is usually always on time, that really pissed me off. Because I know with a late period comes extra cramps.
See, cramps are the worst part about a period don’t you think so? Like yeah I can deal with the blood for a few days, but it’s the cramps that make it an unpleasant experience.
But this time was so freaking different.
I was supposed to start my period on Thursday which meant it would have been over by Saturday (please don’t hate on my short periods. It’s the by product of not having children and not have sex apparently. Children = longer and more painful ones. Or so says my mom. Reason #45336 not to have children!)
This would have been perfect because it was hot last weekend and I wanted to wear a dress to church with a white bottom covered in lemons. But there is NO WAY I’m wearing that during my period. The universe wouldn’t allow it.
Any whoo….. so Thursday comes and goes and no period. Frig. Friday, Saturday, Sunday. NO FREAKING PERIOD!
Monday comes around and guess who decides to show up?! YEAH! I KNOW RIGHT!? So I’m understandably annoyed. I didn’t get to wear my dress to church and look adorable, and now I have horrible cramps.
I take a pain killer and go to get breakfast ready and guess what, I’m in so much pain that I was light headed and dizzy and almost threw up. And the pain killer wasn’t doing ANYTHING about it!
I’m the type of person who broke her toe at a car wash and literally just kept having a grand old time for another few hours until my dad picked us up and noticed my toe was black already. I didn’t even care. I get cavities filled without freezing. Yet my stupid baby box was taking me down!!
I doubled up on the pain killers and went back to bed for like twoish hours. I couldn’t even go to work! I was in so much freaking pain. I didn’t eat almost all day on Monday. All I could do was just sit and be in pain, and then sleep and be in pain.
Thankfully the torture is over now. And I can vent about it without the fear of my body going “ooo you think that was bad?! Have a few extra days”
But sweet baby Jesus I have never experienced anything like that before.
What do you do when your baby box viciously attacks you in such a way?! I honestly was considering a back alley hysterectomy. Not even joking.