TMI + theatre = ?
Jul. 8th, 2003 09:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
listersgirlWhen I was in high school (I think -- I have a very bad memory for the timing on things like this), my doctor put me on the pill because my periods were so heavy and painful. It really helped, and luckily I've always been on some sort of extended medical, through work, school or my parents, and I've never had to pay for prescriptions out of my own pocket. Earlier this year, though, the thought crossed my mind that maybe I might be okay without being on the pill; after all, your periods are supposed to lessen in intensity as you get older, and I'd heard that the pill actually had some residual easing effects even after you stop taking it. (Plus I was tired of the mocking little voice in my head that carefully pointed out the patheticity of me carefully taking the pill every day while *not* having any sex.)
Obviously my subconscious was listening closely to my musings because the next month I managed to completely forget to start a new pack, which I only noticed after about a week of merrily not taking any pills.
It's been not too bad, other than one small problem. I spent 13 years (10? 12?...let's just say "many") devoting absolutely no part of my brain to remembering when my period would start. I had pills that counted out the days for me, and I knew, without thinking, what would happen on the Tuesday after I took my last tiny yellow pill at exactly 10am. These days, though, there is nothing remotely regular about me. Or, well, there might be, but I can't seem to wrap my brain around the concept of keeping track of these things. Instead, every time my period starts I'm like a 12-year-old girl who missed the film: "Ahhh! I'm bleeding! What is this? What's happening? Ahhh!" At this point, I'd actually welcome some PMS so that I had some warning.
Oh, okay, maybe not, but still.
On a completely unrelated note, I went to my first Fringe play yesterday: The Power of Ignorance. Very funny, and a great start to Fringing. I also spent much time yesterday constructing my schedule, which, shockingly enough, actually worked out. There's even a certain amount of flexibility, and alternate time slots for shows that might get sold out.
Obviously my subconscious was listening closely to my musings because the next month I managed to completely forget to start a new pack, which I only noticed after about a week of merrily not taking any pills.
It's been not too bad, other than one small problem. I spent 13 years (10? 12?...let's just say "many") devoting absolutely no part of my brain to remembering when my period would start. I had pills that counted out the days for me, and I knew, without thinking, what would happen on the Tuesday after I took my last tiny yellow pill at exactly 10am. These days, though, there is nothing remotely regular about me. Or, well, there might be, but I can't seem to wrap my brain around the concept of keeping track of these things. Instead, every time my period starts I'm like a 12-year-old girl who missed the film: "Ahhh! I'm bleeding! What is this? What's happening? Ahhh!" At this point, I'd actually welcome some PMS so that I had some warning.
Oh, okay, maybe not, but still.
On a completely unrelated note, I went to my first Fringe play yesterday: The Power of Ignorance. Very funny, and a great start to Fringing. I also spent much time yesterday constructing my schedule, which, shockingly enough, actually worked out. There's even a certain amount of flexibility, and alternate time slots for shows that might get sold out.