The Period turned up on schedule on Sunday morning (I awoke, and found blood, luckily not on the sheets), and as predicted I spent the rest of Sunday in considerable pain, vomiting by evening, and then vomiting all day Monday even when the pain was more-or-less under control with regular doses of diclofenac and tramadol. So I ate exactly nothing for 50-odd hours, and only drank in tiny sips until Monday evening (and I’m quite sure not many of those tiny sips made it past my stomach, to be grotesquely honest).
Strangely enough, therefore, I am feeling very weak and dizzy today. Even though today I managed several rice-cakes, three cups of tea, a glass of very dilute mango juice and two squares of black chocolate. The last item a mistake, as I felt queasy again directly after, but so far they’ve stayed down. I thought I could do with the calories, eheu.
So. Yes. I am whining about my periods. Again. I think I’m entitled.
Oh lovey. You are the most genuinestly entitledesty person EVER to Tell It Like It Is. It’s not even complaining, it really isn’t, it’s just RELATING. You are ALSO hyper-entitled to *actually* complain, too. AND to kick the Universe in the knackers, if we can hold it down for you.
I hope, I do so hope, that Consultant will Get This.
*nods vigorously in agreement*
Whine away…
If my menstrual cycles caused me to shrivel up in pain, vomit, and become miserable and non-functional, I would complain TOO. A lot. Really a lot.
Entitled indeed. Have a good snivel and feel better soon.
There was no snivelling. There was merely saying. A restrained saying, if anything. And I am just really sorry you are visited by this fecking Hell on Earth every month.
Yuk.
Hoping for Good Things arising from today’s appointment. *crosses toes*
You are entitled to rage, not just snivel. Hope that you get some answers today!
How did it go on Wednesday? I hope that you’re willing to share… and I hope that there was good news. (You hear me universe, good news!!!)