Day 4: Blood and screaming. TMI / IRL body horror
My hand decided to stop working and up-end a mug of boiling hot coffee over my legs.
*Rages at stupid meatbody* Why u do this shit.
Why you put me through this asinine lemongrab-screaming hissyfit every 14 days, ramped up to 11? To the point where I can't perform basic motile functions without fuckup, and my brain feels disconnected, floating in a bed of slime?
They literally don’t sell products to mop up the blood at the rate I’m losing it.
I want to have a hysterectomy. Except the mere mention of this drives my family/doctors hysterical.
Everybody: “NOO!!! BUT WHAT IF YOU WANT TO HAVE KIDS??!"
Me: “I AM. NEVER. GOING. TO HAVE. KIDS.”
Everybody: But what if you change your mind??!! OMG NO!!! Here, go on the pill or something *reversible*
Me: That doesn't fucking work. Extra Iron doesn't work. I now know what heavy metal poisoning feels like (that was.. fun), but. It Still. Didn't Work. I am literally sick to death of this shit and want to die.
The only thing that might work is REMOVING THE CAUSE OF THE PROBLEM.
Everyone: NOO!!! WHAT ABOUT HAVING KIDS SOMEDAY!!!