Living Proof

This is my work station for today: computer, heating pad & Advil. I'm having a bad day. I'm having a bad week actually. It's been getting worse and worse this year for whatever reason (or reasons I will deny till I'm blue in the face), but it's absolutely unbearable. I've always been able to tolerate the symptoms of PMS, (the week before menstruation - some people confuse the two) , but this is just craziness. First it starts out with a tinge of lower back pain. I have to move more in order to feel human. But then, it defeats me and I'm bundled up in the corner of my bed popping Advils like it's candy. I can barely walk. I can't bend or I'll just topple over like a big ol' weeble wobble. My third day into it, the pain radiates down into my legs. Some say it's sciatica and others just don't know what to do with me. By that time, I've developed a pair of horns on my head and a forked tongue. It's these times when those a...

Dark gray clouds overcast the skies like a big wet blanket. The feeling is “heavy” and dreadful, or could it be just how I’m feeling, perhaps both? I had awakened to the ultimate pain killing coma, a cocktail of anti-inflammatories & muscle relaxers. The combination for me is mind-numbing. I need it, I’m in pain. For approximately 3-4 days out of the month, my uterus gives me complete and utter hell. The pain is so extreme, that at times, I pass out and even vomit from the severity of it. The pain can last up to 5 hrs even after taking pain killers. This can last up to 3-4 days. Ever since I was twelve years old, my extreme menstrual pains have debilitated me, where I couldn’t function, so my mom would give me 800 mg of Motrin for relief. Throughout the years, my stomach started giving me problems because of all the NSAID usage. I’ve been diagnosed with dysmenorrhea , severe uterine pain, to the point of debilitation. I’ve been checked for fibroids and everything else under the s...

Today’s off topic subject deals with menstrual matters. Depending on the situation and the severity of it, PMS can be a terrible thing for the person going through it, as well as the people around them. Shut up! Talk to me! Why aren’t you listening? Come here! Go away! What’s wrong with you? Stay here-go there-where you going? We can drive anyone insane with our crazy and erratic emotions. We’re armed dangerous with vicious words and looks that could kill. We can snap at any given moment. Don’t stir things up - just “be”. Don’t agitate us, because we’re already there. Don’t talk too much or talk too little, we’ll know something’s up. Just let us veg out watching Lifetime, sipping green tea with a box of Kleenex, because we’re gonna need it! Pity the person who’s with me. Let’s put aside the emotional roller coaster for one moment. My pain is so excruciating, that it ranges from vomiting, falling on the floor hurled into a ball crying, to turning ash gray and eventually passing out fro...