Day 42 of a Period who doesn't want to leave.
I've had a very interesting relationship with my body since I was ten, and had my first period. Like most women, I hated it. Unlike many women, I couldn't wait to grow older and bid adieu to it.
Flashforward thirty six years, and I'm so done!!
My period has been erratic, first I decided to go on the depo-provera shot after having my first son, because I was scared. I was told repeatedly that I couldn't get pregnant before two years, and I didn't think I could remember to take the pill every day. There was also the alluring thought; no periods.
When I decided to go off it, my world crumbled. My hormones were all over the place. Hot flashes, Night Sweats, Cold flashes, and worst of all, three miscarriages in ten years. I had my rainbow baby ten years after I first went on the depot-provera shot. The first months of my pregnancy with my rainbow baby were filled with worry and anxiety, as it seemed that he too would join his three older siblings.
After all of that, I welcomed a period that was regular and pain free, if not, heavy in the bleeding department. Exercise has helped with the heavy bleeding, but for some reason that all stopped being a thing after December 2020.
Aunt Flo came by December third, and hasn't left. Yup, that's 42 days to date.
Big clots, little clots, massive clots. No pain, thankfully, but hot flashes, night sweats, fatigue, headaches, and a general blah feeling have been constant companions since December. Luckily, I thought about getting new vitamins with iron, and then added more vitamins, B complex and K2, why? Because I can't see my doctor.
And every day that I try to make an appointment and can't, all I remember is the wonderful years in England and in France, when I could just call my doctor, and see them the same day, or maybe a few days later, but never did I have to wait weeks on end to see my GP.
I also don't have much confidence in seeing my doctor, because I've discovered, since I turned 40, six years ago, everything is either your weight, your age, or your mind. Even when you're seeing a woman doctor, or a woman RN, that's how they assess you.
So here I am. I'm forty-six, I'm bleeding, and I'm putting all my hopes on the supplements, rather than the doctor coming up with a solution. Isn't life great?
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