I’d be afraid to look at the calendar. I’d wonder, “Will it be bad this month?” I’d plan lunchdates around it… I’d try to cook days in advance… I’d even plan going to bed around 6:00 pm in hopes of being alive again by the time I needed to go to my 8:00am class. When PMDD week hit, I would start contemplating why I was alive. Emotionally, I was a mess. Physically, I was exhausted, but not in any type of pain.
One of my best friend would start getting cramps a week in advance. She’d cry over everything, want to break up with her boyfriend, would wear sweatpants to class. And through it all she’d tell me, “I just can’t wait to get my period!” Emotionally, she was weepy. Physically, she had uncomfortable cramps.
Yet another friend of mine had endometriosis. At this point in my life she was living in the suite across from me, and I swear, once a month it sounded like someone was performing Civil War era amputations in the room next door. The poor woman was in PAIN. Emotionally, she was fine. Physically, she was in excrutiating pain.
Where do you lie on the spectrum? Would you say you struggle more physically or emotionally when it’s time for Aunt Flo’s visit?