Unfortunately, Day
2 arrived last Saturday when Michael and I made a journey to Spirit Mountain
Casino. Arriving at the lodge, I bolted
from the car, leaving Michael in the dust as I made my way to the nearest
restroom. It was almost like being nine
months pregnant when every hour upon the hour involved a bathroom break. Thankfully, I was wearing dark jeans so
evidence of Aunt Flo and her wreckage upon my clothing was not visible. So much for feeling clean and refreshed! The rest of the day involved playing slot
machines; each time the machine heated up, it was time for another pit stop at
the toilet. Arrrggg. On top of that, my emotions were running high
– I almost burst into tears when I came out of the bathroom and saw Michael
waiting for me.
The highlight of the day was that night when I was startled from a Midol-induced coma in order to make a mad dash to the bathroom to stop the floodgates. Returning to bed, there lay the tell-tale spots of my predicament. Ugh. My saving grace was how understanding and comforting my man is during my times of both embarrassment and shame.
The highlight of the day was that night when I was startled from a Midol-induced coma in order to make a mad dash to the bathroom to stop the floodgates. Returning to bed, there lay the tell-tale spots of my predicament. Ugh. My saving grace was how understanding and comforting my man is during my times of both embarrassment and shame.
Thankfully, Day 3
is a downhill ride to normal, although Sunday arrived with a headache that
bordered on migraine proportions. Monday
and Day 4 arrived with a lingering headache but my monthly predicament was
almost gone. Now that Day 5 has arrived,
all has returned to normal.
Mother Nature, the
time has come to take pity on me and give me an early birthday present of no more
visits from Aunt Flo!! My emotions can’t
take it, my clothing can’t take it, and I’m running out of “period”
underwear!!!
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