I always dread this time of the month. I start to get grouchy, lose my appetite, and dizzy spells kick in from time to time. This is a sign of none other but the dreadful period!! I know, how gross is that to bring up the topic, right? But, this is apart of my life and I’d like to share it with you….bwahahaha. Well, not to get into details but I hate this time of month……more like the first 2 days. My cramps are so bad that I’m convinced I can’t handle child birth!
How this post came upon today was inspired by my fear of overdosing. Ok ok…not that extreme, but how much is too much when it comes to medication?? Today as I was taking my 3rd pill popping dosage of Tylenol I thought to myself, “Is taking 2,000 mg a day bad for my liver or something??” I’ve tried the occasional midol and advil but 250 mg just doesn’t work for me! I need like the super duper strong stuff; that’s how bad my cramps are. The fetal position becomes my best friend and the heating pad is used over the recommend plug in time. I know, too much information…..but I don’t care!! That’s how much pain you know I’m in is when I share with my guy coworkers that I have bad period cramps and to please excuse me while I go whine in the back. :P
I remember when I was in middle school and I would be too embarrassed to even talk about it with friends. I would just bite the bullet and act like I was fine through that excruciating pain. I would always have my friend check the back of my pants like 10 times to make sure there was no blood seeping through my jeans. That is every teenage girl's nightmare!!! I’ve seen that happen too many times and I was going to make damn sure it wasn’t going to happen to me!
Anthony hates when I make him go to the store alone to pick up my Double XX Super Soaker Absorbency tampons. Hahaha. I don’t do it on purpose, I promise! Hey, how am I suppose to pay the cashier in a fetal position, huh?? :) Impossible. I always tell him, “Be a man, and just do it!” Even though that really has nothing to do with being a man I guess. I try to make the situation better for him and remind him that even though everybody will be staring at you at the checkout line, at least they’ll know it’s not going up your hole. Hahahaha. Anthony, of course, doesn’t see any humor in that…… :/ So then I pull out plan B. “If you really love me you’ll do it!” *buzzz* Doesn’t work. Even though I try to throw that line at him I don’t know why. It hasn’t worked in 5 years! Hey, a girl can try.
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