Sweet Catastrophe

Any males reading this, consider yourself warned. This is a girl-topic-heavy rant.

In October, I requested a change in my pills. Also, at the time, due to major scheduling conflicts and a brain fart, I’d had to be pill-less for two weeks. The doc at the school gave me two sample packs of Lo-Estrin 24 and a prescription for 10 more after. This is the pill that shortens your period. You’ve got 24 pills with the hormones and only 4 without-as opposed to the 20/8 of normal pills.

I took those for two months and well, obviously after being off for two weeks and switching to not only new pills, but to a new type of cycle, things were totally off, but by the end of the second month, I was evening out and really liking the new pills, so I decided to stick with them and fill my prescription.

I got home the night I was to start the newest pack and discovered I was given Lo-Estrin 20…..which is the normal 20/8 pill pack. I don’t know if the doc wrote the wrong script, or if they goofed when they filled it, but either way, it was a new pill change again, and new cycle. Can I say, ‘yay’?

So that’s what finds me here, almost writhing in pain in this chair. Actually, I have a rather high pain tolerance or I’d truly be upstairs, in bed, crying. Instead, I’m soldiering on and walking to classes and such, all the while, my innards are catching up on two months of light, easy periods and really kicking my ass. And there’s not a Pamprin in sight!

I want ice cream. I want a back rub. And I don’t want to do this extensive homework that’s due at 3:30.