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My body hates me
May. 10th, 2008 10:24 amOkay, this past week illustrated just how much I need to get back on bcps. My period decided to kick in three weeks late (hey, the fact that it came AT ALL when I haven't been on bcps for months is a plus). I've decided it likes holidays; this time, it was Cinco de Mayo, last time, it started on St. Patricks Day. :-P
Anyway. Sunday and Monday, I had a very, very bad episode. It was about as bad as when I was on wheat all the time; Matt and I kept going back over what I'd eaten to see if there was any way wheat got in. Nothing. I had to leave meeting early on Sunday because I was trying to scratch the skin off my arm, and I couldn't handle a medium-sized gathering of friends. Just wasn't working. Monday, I actually had to leave work early because I could NOT get my arms to behave and get my hands to do what I needed them to. I kept clawing at my skin, pulling at my hair, and just felt myself spiralling out of control. I don't like those episodes; they scare the living daylights out of me because I know that is NOT normal.
The reasoning was made evident to me around midnight Monday/Tuesday, when an invisible sadistic clown invaded the house and used my uterus to make balloon animals. "I had cramps" is the understatement of the year. I lived on Advil Tuesday, when I wasn't falling victim to the practical jokes of my digestive system (when I have my period, the rest of my body decides not to work right). Every five to ten minutes, it'd tell me, "You've gotta go, NOW!" So I'd get to the bathroom, and "Hmm, nope, just kidding! Nothing, not even gas! Ha ha!!" Wait ten minutes, repeat. But can't ignore it, just in case it's not a joke this time. At least this job doesn't track my bathroom time.
Wednesday, still cramping.
Thursday, the hormone headache hit. Three aspirin, two Excedrin Migrane, and it at least took the edge off the pain so I could work.
Finally, it started easing up yesterday. But the damage was done, and I am wiped out from this week.
But still, I kept reminding myself, as much as I hate having my period, I'd hate most of the alternatives more.
Anyway. Sunday and Monday, I had a very, very bad episode. It was about as bad as when I was on wheat all the time; Matt and I kept going back over what I'd eaten to see if there was any way wheat got in. Nothing. I had to leave meeting early on Sunday because I was trying to scratch the skin off my arm, and I couldn't handle a medium-sized gathering of friends. Just wasn't working. Monday, I actually had to leave work early because I could NOT get my arms to behave and get my hands to do what I needed them to. I kept clawing at my skin, pulling at my hair, and just felt myself spiralling out of control. I don't like those episodes; they scare the living daylights out of me because I know that is NOT normal.
The reasoning was made evident to me around midnight Monday/Tuesday, when an invisible sadistic clown invaded the house and used my uterus to make balloon animals. "I had cramps" is the understatement of the year. I lived on Advil Tuesday, when I wasn't falling victim to the practical jokes of my digestive system (when I have my period, the rest of my body decides not to work right). Every five to ten minutes, it'd tell me, "You've gotta go, NOW!" So I'd get to the bathroom, and "Hmm, nope, just kidding! Nothing, not even gas! Ha ha!!" Wait ten minutes, repeat. But can't ignore it, just in case it's not a joke this time. At least this job doesn't track my bathroom time.
Wednesday, still cramping.
Thursday, the hormone headache hit. Three aspirin, two Excedrin Migrane, and it at least took the edge off the pain so I could work.
Finally, it started easing up yesterday. But the damage was done, and I am wiped out from this week.
But still, I kept reminding myself, as much as I hate having my period, I'd hate most of the alternatives more.
