It’s not like the suicidal PMT is something I would just forget. But for some reason, when a doctor asks when my last period was, I just look at her blankly and shrug my shoulders.
‘Could you be pregnant?’
‘When was your last period?’
‘I can tell you when my last bowel movement was?’
‘That’s not what I asked. I need to know when your last period was.’
‘Are you using contraception?’
‘I’m a lesbian.’
‘The best contraception’
‘Isn’t it! The impossibility of me getting pregnant is one of my biggest turn-ons in the bedroom.’
‘I feel we’ve gone off-topic, let’s go back to the smear test.’
Thankfully, I now have a period app that can tell me when my last period was. But I only really check that to diagnose the new bout of anger and despair that’s just come over me.
‘Oh look, I’m absolutely raging, let’s just check my period app to see if it’s real, or just my stupid hormones again.’
During ovulation my body and mind are completely messed up. My body tells my mind that it’s ready for dat sweet sweet spermatozoa and my mind goes: “Great! Let me just see if there’s any about!” My mind then looks over to my partner, sees she’s low on sperm and decides that she’s not the right person for me and plants seeds of doubts about our relationship.
The next few days of ovulation then continue with me feeling bad about everything and everyone in my life. So instead of: “Look honey, I’m ovulating, let’s pretend to make a baby!” it’s more “Look honey, I’m ovulating, get the f out of the flat.”
On the rag
I’m currently on the rag and it’s an absolute horror show, it hurts like a b, I’m as bloated as a beached whale and I’ve managed to sync up with my partner, which means neither of us are getting the sympathy and attention we truly deserve. (We need a 3rd person in our relationship, a thruple if you will, preferably with someone who doesn’t have periods).
I remember when I was 15, I couldn’t wait for my period to start to prove that I wasn’t a boy (I thought I had actually been born a boy and been raised as a girl because I was such a late/lazy bloomer and was super tomboyish). But after the first two days of my first ever period, I realised what a huge inconvenience it was and decided that women should get special treatment for having periods.
Here are my suggestions:
- Period payment – where the government gives us money for having periods as a sort of apology from Mother Nature for giving us periods in the first place
- Clemency for crimes committed during PMT, if any woman survives PMT without killing then it’s really rather admirable
- Priority when queuing in the supermarket, at the bar or in the playground. I’M ON MY PERIOD JAKE, NOW GET OFF THE BLOODY SWING! (If I had a daughter, I’d want her to be like that)
I’m 31 at the moment so I’ve probably got another 20 years of periods, (unless my prayers are answered and I have an early menopause) #fingerscrossed #prayforJenna. A woman I met recently told me that it’s great having the menopause during the winter because it saves on the heating bill.
Finally, something positive about having a womb!