This post isn’t about how I taught straight through the summer. About how next week, my 4 UCD classes start or about how my Los Rios classes are in their 5th week.
This post is about literal blood draining out of me.
Last month, I had a really heavy, long period, which I didn’t enjoy, since I’m not even supposed to have periods on my current birth control.
But then, two weeks after it ended, on 9/3, I started bleeding again. The first week was really light. The last two weeks have been excessively heavy.
Like bleeding through my clothes heavy.
Like I’m going to need to do a GoFundMe for new underwear if and when it ever stops heavy.
Like the bathroom turning into a crime scene heavy.
Like the doctor’s assistant telling me that if the clots get to “small lemon” sized, I need to head to the ER heavy.
Meanwhile, my gyno can’t see me until the very end of October.
We’ve determined that my blood work is normal, and she’s ordered a vaginal ultrasound to check for fibroids.
I’m exhausted, crampy, and cranky.
Unlike Dave Foley, I do not have a good attitude towards menstruation.
