Period...

Forgive me.  I'm slipping off the wagon for another rant.  I apologize right now to all of the men who follow my blog.  You are probably all sleeping with someone who deals with this, and is too polite to say anything about it.  You can stop reading now, if you so choose.  I won't be offended.

By period I mean: menstruation, on-the-rag, my time-of-the-month, and any other PC term for bleeding profusely from the crotch.  And by rant I mean: I don't understand how women go through this thing every month without complaint.  Well, maybe WITHOUT is a little too absolute.

I'm having my first period in 5 years, due to getting my IUD replaced.  Apparently yanking the old one out and stuffing a new one in causes stuff to come loose.  It's lasted all of a day and a half, and I'm already ready to cut my uterus out with a carving knife.  Now I remember why I wanted a hysterectomy for so many years.

It's like giving birth; you remember it was painful, but you don't remember the actual pain.  I knew there was a reason I loved not having a period, but until I went through it again, I didn't remember just how much of a pain in the ... it was.

Here's to another 5 years!  Cheers!