I will make more of an effort to write here the weeks before, during and if necessary, after my period. After the passage of that solid tissue, I was okay. I felt bad about all of that fussing. Many people who have signed up for this blog are offended by my gumption to post the tissue on the Web. Well consider this a medically-themed blog. I am not ashamed of what occurs naturally in life. How could I be? It's just that tissue bigger than a .50 cent piece requires a doctor's attention. Clearly that is not bigger than a round .50 cent piece but it is thicker and it still had to be pushed out of my very firm cervix. It was like labor --all in my back and everything. I was in public shopping in pain, at the gas station in pain, conducting all sorts of business in pain. That is just how life is when I'm on my period. I still have to function in the world, in pain or not, taking pain meds or not, pleasant or evil.
A place where women can complain in peace about their hateful periods to other people who won't be grossed out by the conversation. By other people I mean women.