Post by nintendonut1 on Sept 12, 2010 22:56:57 GMT -5
WARNING: This relates to... female physical issues. If I posted this on the dA Complaints forum, I'd be called out for beating a dead horse. XD
Either way, today Mother Nature got on her menstral cycle and RAN MY FUCKING ASS OVER.
Usually I catch it. I see it, I take the two Advil, I'm bloaty for a little, and I'm fine. If not, I'm in excrutiating pain for about an hour or two. Maybe I'll throw up once.
Today? Holy FUCK.
It all went downhill the moment I woke up. Crazy amounts of pain. Just THINKING of taking the Advil was making me feel sick (I'm convinced I'm developing a phobia, I can barely hold the damn bottle without feeling ill), so I decided I was gonna grin and bear it for the hour or two, filled a hot water bottle to put on my tummy, grabbed a cup of water and the book on Horror Movie Cliches I bought yesterday, and sat on the tiolet like normal to try and block it out and let it pass.
But no. The fucker wouldn't take it sitting down. It lasted WELL into the afternoon. I got through a GOOD portion of the book before it really kicked me in the metaphorical balls. During this time, it made me miss the family breakfast, and caused me to throw up not once, not twice, but FOUR. TIMES. JESUS FUCK MOTHER NATURE WHAT THE HELL DID I DO.
This was the day we planned to take our dog Penny out to an adoption center at Petsmart and have her check out other dogs we may want to adopt, so my parents asked if I wanted to stay home. Normally I'd say hell yes, but I knew this day out was gonna be fun, and I figured "fuck it, I'm going to be miserable either in bed or on the tiolet, so there's no point in staying home."
Thankfully, the adorable loveable dogs and cats were good distractions, and after some ice cream, believe it or not, I started feeling better. And it was a blast seeing Penny so excited to be out of the house and on the town. We're definitely gonna do it more often.
But yeah. Periods? I hate yous. End of discussion.
But jesus fuck, at least this happened on a Sunday and not in school. I would have fucking died. DX
Either way, today Mother Nature got on her menstral cycle and RAN MY FUCKING ASS OVER.
Usually I catch it. I see it, I take the two Advil, I'm bloaty for a little, and I'm fine. If not, I'm in excrutiating pain for about an hour or two. Maybe I'll throw up once.
Today? Holy FUCK.
It all went downhill the moment I woke up. Crazy amounts of pain. Just THINKING of taking the Advil was making me feel sick (I'm convinced I'm developing a phobia, I can barely hold the damn bottle without feeling ill), so I decided I was gonna grin and bear it for the hour or two, filled a hot water bottle to put on my tummy, grabbed a cup of water and the book on Horror Movie Cliches I bought yesterday, and sat on the tiolet like normal to try and block it out and let it pass.
But no. The fucker wouldn't take it sitting down. It lasted WELL into the afternoon. I got through a GOOD portion of the book before it really kicked me in the metaphorical balls. During this time, it made me miss the family breakfast, and caused me to throw up not once, not twice, but FOUR. TIMES. JESUS FUCK MOTHER NATURE WHAT THE HELL DID I DO.
This was the day we planned to take our dog Penny out to an adoption center at Petsmart and have her check out other dogs we may want to adopt, so my parents asked if I wanted to stay home. Normally I'd say hell yes, but I knew this day out was gonna be fun, and I figured "fuck it, I'm going to be miserable either in bed or on the tiolet, so there's no point in staying home."
Thankfully, the adorable loveable dogs and cats were good distractions, and after some ice cream, believe it or not, I started feeling better. And it was a blast seeing Penny so excited to be out of the house and on the town. We're definitely gonna do it more often.
But yeah. Periods? I hate yous. End of discussion.
But jesus fuck, at least this happened on a Sunday and not in school. I would have fucking died. DX
