“Mr Hall, I was surfing the crimson wave. I had to haul ass to the ladies” – Clueless (1995)
It’s that time of the month for me, and I’m on my third day. That means I’m now feeling my worst and am probably wishing for death.
I’m blessed to not have severe PMS prior to and during my period. I remembered back in school, I had a classmate who had such severe cramps and had to go to the sick bay at least once a month. Once she even fainted during a music performance from the pain. It was really bad. Another friend used to have such terrible cramps; it was about 20 years later when she found out that she had endometriosis.
As for me, I do get the cramps, but not to such an extend. What I do get is that immense feeling of crappiness, tender breasts, headaches, fatigue and my b***h mode is on high alert. My husband knows what to do during that time of the month. Lots of tea without me asking for one, stay the hell away from me when I’m in my terrible mood, and give me a cuddle when I’m feeling particularly weepy.
Sigh. Women. Can’t live without us, can’t live with us, especially when dreaded Aunt Flo is in town.
As time goes by, I learn how to deal with my period and all its awful symptoms. It doesn’t eliminate them but at least they’ve become more bearable.
