and scream into the dark divine

Dec 10, 2015 18:15

So as some might remember from way back when, I have CRAMPS. Not bad ones, I think, just... bad enought to incapacitate me for a few hours every month if I apply my painkillers incorrectly. They used to be for one intense hour just as my period began, an hour that was occasionally known to make me pass out before it was over. Then I used the pill for a few years for the purpose of controlling my periods because that hour was THAT bad, and after I quit, my cramps had changed.

These days, I can expect maybe four or five hours of less intense pain, but still bad enough to not make me useful for much more than curl up in bed and moan. I've learned to identify them early on so that I can take the painkillers, and interestingly, my body is so attuned to this that if it starts at night, I wake up just as it is starting. So that's good.

Except last night, I didn't. Instead, I woke up three hours after going to bed in the middle of the show. Going back to sleep didn't happen; the painkillers didn't help. In the end, relief came through the barley-and-buckwheat heat pack that I made earlier this week, which - possibly because it's softer and more moldable - worked a lot better than my hot water bottle does.

And that's why I lost two precious hours of sleep, and that's my life.

life

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