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CarrieH
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I loved my period only in the sense that it was part of God’s plan for womanhood, but otherwise I hated it…and I still do!!! When I was young, all we had was aspirin and Midol; Advil and Alleve weren’t on the market yet. Later, you had to have a prescription to get those drugs until they went over-the-counter. I remember one day as a university student in about 1974, when I had the cramps so bad that I was literally lying on the bench at the bus stop, curled up in the fetal position because I was in so much pain from my period. I wasn’t Catholic then, so I didn’t know anything about offering it up. I just laid there and suffered as I waited for the bus, and prayed that no one would try to talk to me. I wanted to die, but I knew I would survive to suffer many more months of such misery. As a nurse, I could tell you horror stories about “gushers” and white uniforms, but you know what I’m talking about. Now that I’m going through menopause, the cycle is crazy but the pain is gone. My mother had her last period the month before she turned 51. I was hoping that the same would be true for me, but a week before my 51st birthday, there came “Aunt Flo” once again. Ugh!!! The perimenopause is like being in a state of permanent PMS and it stinks. But now I offer it up, and I’m thankful for the things my generation has that other generations have done without: good painkillers, disposable hygiene products, etc.