::deep, shaky sigh::
For the past few months, I have been lulled into a sense of security. For a while last year, you see, the first day of my period was like a little bitty taste of Hell. I’d wake up and stare at the ceiling, horrified by the somehow undeniable knowledge that dear ‘Aunt Flo’ was here for the week. Here to stay. Here to torment. Here to twist my schedule and demand my attention for her maintenance for an entire week. For the next 35 years of my life! Once a month! THE HUMANITY! But then the agony ceased, and for a while, I lived in peace and harmony with my uterus. While it was inconvenient and annoying, my menstrual cycle no longer caused me inner turmoil or wild, uncontrollable bouts of crying.
My name is Searching for Truth, and this is my story.
I’ve had some weird and decidedly unpleasant dreams this week. I’ve become more adept with controlling them, and so last night I pulled myself right out of one of those dreams. I now felt very awake, and was pretty sure it would be a while before I slipped back into sleep. I hadn’t gotten around to eating dinner that night, so I thought perhaps I just needed some crackers and a glass of water.
I padded down the hall, into the kitchen, and looked blearily at the clock. It was a few minutes after 5 A.M. What a cruel joke. I have to be at church before the Easter Sunrise Service @ 6:45 A.M. to set up breakfast, I thought to myself.
I went to the restroom and then grabbed a cup from the cabinent. It had become obvious to me that it wasn’t my bad dreams that were making me feel increasingly weird. Nauseated, maybe. It occured to me today was, in fact, perfect timing to be the Infamous First Day of the Period, but I wasn’t too worried. I’d hardly had cramps at all during my last few cycles, and though I could feel the beginnings of them now, I saw no reason to assume they would be anything more than an inconvenience.
*Though, perhaps some Midol[sup]TM[/sup] would be advisable…*I opened up the medicine cupboard and all of a sudden, I felt sort of dizzy. And weak. And there isn’t anything PMS-targeted in the entire freaking cabinent. Everything is becoming very dark and black…I grab at a bottle of Tylenol and the next thing I know, my butt has hit the floor. Then my head. Ow. Well, that didn’t hurt TOO bad. In a daze, I pull myself up using the counter, grab my cup and lean against the island counter to reach into the fridge and grab some ice.
I’m not really positive what else I did in the next few minutes, but the third time I ‘blacked out’ onto the floor was in the kitchen bathroom. Amazingly enough, my cup of water flew out of my hands directly into the toilet. Splash! Perfect score. I would have been impressed if I had been able to see, stand, function, think coherently, etc. I’m also impressed that I didn’t hit my head very hard. I think.
As you can imagine, the sound of someone falling, thud, on the floor repeatedly can wake you up, even from the other end of the house. My eyes were closed and I was still sprawled in between the bathroom and kitchen when my dad found me. My 50-something-year-old father picked me up and carried me, like a baby, to the living room couch. My mother joined us shortly thereafter.
After some food, some Advil[sup]TM[/sup], and 45 minutes of grueling, agonizing, Fallopian-tube-twisting pain, I was feeling much better.
Let me take the time here to tell you about my best friend, The Amazing Heating Pad. This guy took me by the hand and led me through the rest of that shaky, scary night. Everything about him, from the comforting orange glow of the “ON” button to the gentle way he curved around my belly, made me grateful for his presence.
I never made it to church this morning. I slept soundly through both services, snuggled happily on the couch with The Amazing Heating Pad.
I’ve been shuffling around since all afternoon, primarily pain-free. Though there is a dull ache rumbling into the depths of my unhappy Female Reproductive Parts, I’m content to call myself saved from the ungodly fit of dizzy near-unconsciousness that robbed me of sleep last night.
Female Dopers, has this ever happened to you? [Does anyone think this could be a warning of a more serious medical problem? Haven’t really considered it.]
I’m sorry, but thank you for letting me get this off my chest.