Period

...it is unpleasant. I've already had two ibuprofen today. The pain actually started yesterday but went away. It started in enough time to prevent me from attending a school board meeting and put me to sleep through most of it until an hour before the end. I listened to the remainder on the school district radio station. Blimey. Anyhoo, here is an older video of me bleaching my hair:

I just read a piece about women at work with straw strewn about the floor of the factory to catch the drippings and such. When pads were introduced, the mothers of the girls complained that no man would want their daughter as they were accustomed to following the smell to learn that the woman could have children. Really?! I read also that through the ages women just bled into their clothing, mostly in seclusion but not always so. Some indigenous groups were accustomed to women having the "red streak down their legs," and thought nothing of it.

A menstruation museum highlights some of the efforts women have established in managing flow properly. Ladies, we have it good in developed countries. Could you imagine being sent to the cow shed because you were on and people telling you go away because you smelled bad because you were on and it was not managed properly? ( What do you mean they just bleed into their clothing? ) This is what women and girls suffer through in underdeveloped countries. They don't want them washing the cloths, drying them any where near to a populous. And--they have to use old strips of cloth! See, I told you in Biblical days women were sent to live by the river when they were on so they could be near a water source. However, girls are missing school because of poor management of flow. There are some programs set up where locals can make the pads and sell them at a bit of profit so that girls can have a life.  This is some good stuff to read if you are in bed suffering now. Look at the ads for men

" I was brought up in the city of Pune. My parents were quite unorthodox in their approach to menstruation and I did not have to endure exclusion from religious functions, or seclusion at home and elsewhere and so on during my periods. But I did face a major problem - attendance at school. It was about 7 km away from my home and commuting was not direct; hence I could not come home easily if I had a problem at school. The school was located in an area with very little ground water, and municipal water supply was also inadequate. As a result, on most days, all taps in the school, including those in the toilets, ran dry. I needed to change every 4 to 5 hours for about 3 to 4 days and hence I had to remain absent from school at the beginning of each period - which lasted for 9 or 10 days. One or two of my teachers were concerned about the gaps in my attendance and I distinctly remember two occasions on which I was asked why I remained absent so often. Unfortunately, I did not have t

Last night while perusing the Web for heavy period forums, I ran across a thread on Digital Spy UK edition where the women shared similar experiences to mine. I found helpful news articles and a product called a Mooncup which is exactly how you'd think it would be: it is a little cup that catches the flow. Some of the women said they have to empty it several times a day but when you compare that to using 32 tampons in two hours it is a better deal. (Yes, one woman in the thread had that as an issue and I can identify.) Article links: No Hysterectomies for Heavy Periods MensesEdu I'm reading some of this information now and in developing countries young girls and women may not have an eco-friendly alternative to sanitary pads. They are using cloths that are laundered--probably by hand--and then reused. Where would all of those women put used sanitary products? In a land field? I dunno. I'll keep reading...but one woman commented on the Mooncup facebook page that the

My 20-year-old autistic daughter's period starts two weeks before it starts! If it feels as if she needs to put on a pad she will--whether or not if she needs one. We go through a lot of pads. Anyway she vomited yesterday all over the bathroom floor. And then again in the red bucket--the designated vomit spot away from the toilet. She did not spill a bit. After mopping, the taco salads I had planned did not seem appropriate. She didn't want anything anyway. Now I understand why women were sent out-of-camp to the edge of the river during their time of the month. Yeesh.

I've managed over a 48-hour period to cobble together the accompanying website for PeriodWoes blog: it's simply named Period . There is some information of heavy periods and a few other comforting links for women who are stuck in bed feeling not well. The blog and the site are built for comfort and for discussions that may be deemed inappropriate elsewhere. Besides many woman feel uncomfortable speaking about feminine issues with men. On each site we can all share are tales and surprises and disgust even with our ever changing bodies. Please take a minute to surf on over to Period to add a comment or read some of the information provided on heavy, unmanageable menstrual cycles.

It fn hurts like satan's hell down there! BECAUSE IT FN HURTS. MY CERVIX FN HURTS! Yes, Virginia I can feel my gd cervix! Period is for women who want a private, understanding place to rant and rave about their stupid period without alerting loved ones. Not that they would care or you would care to share. f sentence structure. I have had plenty of time to think about my period this week as I have been asleep or in bed most of this week. My periods are so heavy and unmanageable I have to take serious painkillers. I mean my cervix was burning as the clots slid out. Yes the tissue I pass is humongous. I have been to doctors and I have been to alter call at my church. The latter worked and I finally found a doctor who would take my pain management complaints seriously. I really don't know why this particular period was more unmanageable that the previous ones. I went to altar call at my church several months ago and Mrs. Pastor laid hands on me and by my faith I was healed. A