Why did I have to beat the dead horse?

WARNING: This is about MENSTRUATION and shit – well not actually shit, really just other female-centric issues that go hand in uterus with menstruation.  There will be blood. I might also talk about vaginas.

from quickmeme.com

Why couldn’t I have just let it fade away quietly?  After months and months of erratic menstruation, a la Jackson Pollock, I booked time with an OBGYN to suss out the situation, you know, maybe help with the massive blood loss and ‘knock you out for the first 36 hours’ pain.  Of course while waiting to get in to see this specialist, there was a 12 week period where I didn’t have my period.     Nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.  That’s when I should have let it be.  I should have cancelled the appointment.  I should have let Mother Nature take the reins.

But I didn’t, and now I’ve pissed her off.  Mother Nature is getting her own back.  “Think you can outwit ME?  Chemically try to rule ME?  See how you like THIS!”  The OBGYN put me on pills.  Not THE PILL, but pills that I was supposed to take for the first 15 days of the month, to regulate things, take the edge off the crazy-ass pain and weird-ass menstruation symptoms.

The last three months (though I might not be bleeding quite as much), have given me new byproducts of the feminine mystique heretofore unexperienced in all my 45 years.   I used to cramp for the first 36 hours.  Now the cramping lasts 72 hours.  I developed back pain which had me convinced that, despite David having been fixed, I might actually be pregnant.  And clots?  Let’s not go there. 

See?  You mess with Mother Nature and she’ll fuck you over.  What was I thinking?  This last month?  I’ve now been having my period for the last 10 days – twice as long as a regular period, with none of the perks.  Although really what ARE the perks that come of having your period?  Unless you have a pregnancy scare – then the opening of those menstrual flood gates is something you kiss the freaking ground for.

And yet, here I was, defying my body’s natural inclination to stop the bleeding.  I knew I shouldn’t have.  I knew, deep down, that I should have gone with my gut.  My Mom had her last period when she was 48 – what if my lady shop was closing down for business even earlier?  I mean, I’m so freaking sensitive to every other physical thing that I go through in life.  What if, by messing with my body chemistry, my period decides to stick around until I’m 60, just to spite me?  What if, by fucking with my body chemistry, I don’t ever want sex again?  What if I suffer from dry Vagina the rest of my life because I decided to fuck over Mother Nature?

Wait.  Wait.  I need to calm down.   Breathe Heather.  Just breathe.  This will not be a problem.  That’s totally what they invented Vagisil Intimate Lubricant for.  Sahara Vagina averted.