It's That Time of the Month...

The painters are in. On the rag. A visit from Aunt Flo. Period.

Yup. That is, in fact, what I'm talking about. Now that I've laid it all out there and scared away any guy who gets squeamish at the thought of the word, let me tell you why I'm talking about this.

Periods suck. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a liar. Some suck less than others, but there is nothing fun about bleeding out of your vagina once a month. Not only that, but factor in the cramps, bloat, body aches, the varying levels of hormonal fluctuation, and, in my case, the effect it has on my bowels, and it's easy to see why no body likes them.

This time around, though, has been a rollercoaster of emotional hell I never knew existed. It wasn't until this evening that I understood exactly what was going on. I chalked it up to stress and too much school work. It wasn't until my friend, Alyssa, pointed out how crazed I was when I snapped at her earlier that it all made sense. Now, I am no stranger to this time of the month. After 10 years of it, you understand it well enough. This time, however, was different.

After the vomit-inducing pain fiasco that was the discovery of my ovarian cysts, a trip to the lady doctor had me put on birth control in order to reduce their size and stop the bi-monthly, post-period writhing and suffering. Let me tell you, birth control is fucking magical. Not only did it shrink those mother fuckers, but it also made my period almost bearable. (My periods had never been too bad in the first place, but, on the pill, there was barely any hint of cramps, my period was so light, only lasted a few days, and I always knew when it was going to start. So fuck those mother fuckers trying to make it difficult to get birth control. Let them have a period every month and then we'll see what they have to say.)

Recently, though, due to timing and refill confusion, I stopped taking it for about two months. Once I finally got everything straightened out, I started taking it again. However, against my better judgement, I didn't feel like waiting until after I had my next period. Bad life decision there. When everything is on track, birth control works like this: Three weeks of hormone pills followed by a week of placebo iron pills, which is when your period is supposed to happen. That is not what is going on right now. Instead, my period is happening right smack dab in the middle of my hormone pills. Now my hormones are all out of whack and I'm acting like Crazypants McBitchface, freaking out over every little thing and snapping at people without even realizing it, something that normally doesn't happen for me. I might be a titch more irritable normally, but nothing like this. Even now, while sitting here, I can just feel how weird my body feels. It's not normal at all.

So, if you run into me in the next couple of days, I'm so sorry for what emotional hot mess comes out of my mouth. I'm not usually like this. Hopefully, my body will straighten itself out next month and everything will be back to normal.