Warning: This post contains discussion of bodily fluids
I hate having periods. I reckon most females do. I hate the inconvenience. I hate the mess. I hate the pain. I hate the dirty feeling that comes with it. I hate the smell.
But these days, I see blood and I feel a wave of relief.
I know my hormone levels are starting to change. I have survived this round. In about a week’s time I will be back, to normal (whatever that is).
Ever since ovulation I have been starting to go haywire. I have been growing more and more wild. My temper has been getting worse, my fuse shorter. I fly off the handle in a scary way, snapping without notice. It is like I have no control, and, well, I don’t. It frightens me as much as anyone else. I have the persona I have kindly dubbed, ‘psychotic bitch from hell’.
But the sign of blood means that this is subsiding. It is over for another few weeks. In a day or two I can move into damage limitation mode. It is a huge relief to know that the crescendo is over.
It is not much fun only having a week to ten days in a month where I am not fighting to control my emotions.