I have to take a moment to say sorry to all those women I ridiculed in the past for their ‘girlie’ woes. Quite seriously, I thought lots of chicks were just jumping on the ‘period bandwagon’ and calling in sick or moaning about their cramps and whatnot just to milk some pity out of the menfolk and to get an extra few sick days. But I have to say that I’ve now a fully fledged passenger on the wagon-of-pain and I have to say there’s nothing ‘bandy’ about it whatsoever.
My period came yesterday and I felt like death warmed over with a side of crap.
I alternated between a pounding headache that was making me nauseous and a grinding, throbbing ache in my abdomen that I needed some serious drugs to live with. I went to bed at 7pm because I couldn’t stand to sit upright!!!
My period used to be a barely noticeable blip on my monthly screen that ended how it started: with me going, ‘Oh, was that my period?’
I used to ‘Pffffttttt!’ at chicks who said they couldn’t get out of bed or who needed serious numbers of those good drugs behind the counter, or heat packs, cold packs and the occasion six-pack to function at that time of the month, but these past few months I have a totally new ‘appreciation’ for their pain. I’m actually starting to really dread the end of the month like the plague.
I guess M doesn’t call it plague for nothing.
P.S No, I haven’t heard anything about that job I went for – maybe the toenails were overkill.