I’m not *not *on top of it; I don’t just walk around then one day discover, “Oh dear, it would appear I am bleeding from my nether regions,” but I’m not on top of it. There are women who can tell you the exact moment, down to the minute, when their period will start. I have some kind of loosey goosey system that works for me, but makes me feel like kind of an ass when the doctor asks me when my last period was, and I say, “Uhh… a week ago? Sure, let’s go with that.”
Whenever lady time begins, I make a little mark with a red pen (heh) on the date on my calendar. Then, usually about 25 days later, my boobs start hurting like a MFer, which cues me that the next round is soon approaching. I then consult my calendar, check the date of my last period, and figure out the day when it’s going to start again. My periods are very regular, so this system is good enough.
Sunday, as I was changing my shirt before heading off to the gym, the ladies gave me a bit more pain than is usually involved with changing a shirt, and I said to myself, “Okay then, so today is not a treadmill day.” So yeah, there were are, I pretty much use extreme boob pain to give me a heads up that it’s coming, then look at my calendar to get an exact date.
I’m the only one who isn’t on top of this to the very second, right?
Oh, one more thing. I started this because the other day I mentioned the gym, changing of tee shirt, no treadmills today story to my friend, and she looked at me like I was crazy. “What the… You don’t have the exact dates and times of your cycles permanently etched into your brain?”