
So, my last period was severely painful (the worst since my 2016 surgery), but I’m trying to remain positive about it. I missed a day from work, stayed in bed, and popped NSAIDs. I suffered through another two days at work, still on NSAIDs. The rest of my bleeding days were maintained by Ibuprofen. It may have been stress-related: walk planning; wedding planning. You know: stressful things were afoot in March and April.
But what do you do when the doubts creep in? When symptoms begin to rear their ugly heads? When your back begins to ache. It hurts to poop again. Or worse: pee. When the cramps set in – when they force you to the floor, squeezing your stomach tightly – hugging yourself to death. When you’re forced to take a day off of work or cancel plans to lie in bed, medicated and useless. When you dread the start of your next period…mine is supposedly gonna show up sometime next week.
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