So, I started my period today. Just like I have every month for the past decade. This is something like my 132nd period. One hundred and thirty-two, folks. You’d think that by now I’d have the hang of these things, right? Wrong! I’m still cursing my way through the day, rubbing away at my pelvis, and trying to remember the difference between ibuprofen and acetaminophen.
And today I was doing all of this while I was at work and trying to find appropriate responses to questions like, “Are you sick?”. No, I’m not sick. I’m not contagious. I don’t have a fever. I don’t have a stomach ache. I HAVE MY PERIOD.