I have always had a very high tolerance for pain...but when it comes to my "time of the month" I am a big baby.
I do have these pesky things called ovarian cysts but those only happen a couple times a year at most. Other than that...it's just pain...excruciating pain...blargh...and on top of the pain, hot/cold flashes, headaches, backaches, shakiness, and dizziness. Sometimes, if I don't eat soon enough, I get really weak and have issues staying concious (like today in American Lit). Other times, if I do eat, then I get sick...
I'd rather pass out in class than throw up, thank you very much. Bleck.
So here I am, yet again a slave to my heating pad, hiding in my bed, because the ONE time I need to be able to count on my high pain tolerance, it fails me. Every time. I hate it.
My kids better appreciate me. Because I'm going through this for them. See, future children? I love you before I even know you.
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