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I cannot get this heating pad close enough to my uterus and cervix. If I could roll it up and shove it up there, I would do it. I hurt and if I even sit up on the side of the bed, the pain will intensify into those hard labor pains again and I won’t allow that to happen. If I can help it I will. I don’t want to take more meds right now because I try to take the least amount so that I am not asleep all day. I noticed no one in my household cares but me that  I hurt so bad. The children shrugged it off and I still intend to go rummaging with mom – if she even goes. So I guess I don’t care about the pain either as long as I don’t have to feel it. The pain is even interfering with my viewing of the morning news with TJ Holmes on CNN. His smiling face and the soothing words of the president are helpful. I like to keep up with news items however those soothing smooth voices are lulling me into a relaxed state. The thing about sleep is that I don’t feel the pain in my sleep PTL but if I go

It Hurts so Bad

In spite of my medications, when the solid material comes through it hurts so bad – like labor pains. It lasts about a minute or so but they are long and painful minutes. I pray during these times and sit to one side as to not impede the passing of the clot. When it happens, I think back to when I had my son before the epidural. It is just like a labor pain. I was just commenting to myself how I haven’t been in pain enough to blog yet but just as my thoughts of Period faded away, the pain set in and humbled me so. I really had a pretty fabulous day. The pain happened but was minimal. It was a labor pain type pain but slightly milder where I didn’t have to return home because of it. That was pretty cool. I don’t take my medicine on-schedule because I want to preserve it. It is expensive. I guess the pain meds wore off because this session of pain was a whopper! (unlike the sandwich – it’s good and tasty!)

I feel it. It has been with me all day...

I woke up in intense pain this morning but ignored it because I know it is the pain that comes before the red tide of sorrow. It is at the beginning of the month sometimes and then drifts to the middle or comes at the end. It was at the end of the month for a while. I really have come to dislike my period. I usually don't fk with too many things I cannot control or at least handle well... see yall soon.

The pain is bearable but...

...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:

Women during the 1900s Sufferage Movement wore no pads

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.

Menstruation management in developing countries -OMG Ladies read this

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