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I suspect that most men/people without uteruses will have looked away in horror or embarrassment at this stage, as I begin to discuss that dreaded time of the month. 😉
Period pain is no laughing matter – I'm in no mood to talk to anyone right now. I'm huddled up in a cosy chair with my nicest pyjamas on, a blanket pulled close around my shoulders, and my beloved hot water bottle clutched against my abdomen. There are a few squares of dark chocolate and a lovely, steaming mug of coffee on my bedside table nearby.
It's not the worst place to be, in truth – it's an introvert's dream scenario 😍 – but I can't help feeling sorry for myself anyway, as twinges of pain pulsate through my lower back at regular intervals. My cramps are always bad on the first and second days of my period, with the first night being particularly horrendous. By the time day three rolls around, the worst is over. On Friday, I will mostly be fine ... but in the meantime, I plan to sit around and feel sorry for myself, knowing that a world of pain awaits me in a couple of hours, just as I'm trying to get to sleep. Hopefully my water bottle can spare me the worst of it! 😉
