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As you've already noticed, Topics and Tunes is cancelled again today. I had a pretty good streak of never ever EVER cancelling. I thought perhaps consistency was the key. I still think that's true, in general, just maybe not for my silly ass radio show. 😏 This is not why I'm cancelling.
Over the last several months my period, moontime, Aunt Flow, Red Badge of Courage, muh Lady Business, the good ol' crimson tide (LOL! I looked those up... there are more... many more...) has been slightly changing course. This is a little weird as I've always been right on time.
This means I'd never really had to 'check into the Red Roof Inn' (I'm sorry, I had to) on a Sunday (show times). Which was very good for YOU, my fabulous and amazing audience.
I've always had hard "Carrie" time (no joke, I just looked... this is also slang for having your period. My NAME. MY NAME IS SLANG. To be fair, it's likely because of the movie. 😎). As soon as I entered into womanhood shit hit the fan. Not literally. Don't be gross.
I missed a LOT of school at first. The pain was unbearable. I'm not a hyprocondriac. In fact, most times I just suffered in silence assuming everyone had similar issues. This theme continued throughout my life...ignoring pains. But that's another story.
At age 12
I started on the pill. It was a struggle. My doctor at the time was Catholic. She argued that I was too young to be sexually active. DUH. She told me and my mom (in the same room) that I would definitely start doing the sex if I started the pill. I was adamant that wouldn't happen. My parents were foster parents. I had TONS of foster brothers and sisters. Many who were in not great situations, including a pregnant teen. I saw the consequences. I wasn't dumb. Side note on how serious I was about being responsible: I didn't lose my big V until I was 21. BOOM.😎
Once on the pill my 'monthly girl flu' symptoms became much easier to deal with. Shoot! I could walk again! I stayed on the pill throughout college...but then stopped. Pretty sure cause insurance stopped.
Learning to Deal
Many years have passed. Shark Week comes very regularly, but with pains. I DO get the PMS before hand. I refer to this as 'crazy time' and attempt to not reply to anything... cause I'm literally NUTBALLS. Then... it arrives. And my brain breaks. Maybe it's that all of my blood is attempting to exit, leaving none left for my thoughts to think. During the first day I'm pretty much a zombie. I have a lost look in my eye. I'm not thinking about anything. And occassionally I scream out in bonechilling moans.
It doesn't Last Forever
Generally, about halfway through the day I start to feel human again... maybe the occassional painful cramp, but nothing crazy. I woke up feeling pretty shitty. Making words is hard. Making words with my mouth is even harder. While it's totally possible in a few hours I'll be back to my 'normal' self, I decided it safer to call it off for now.
This week I was planning to talk about Bigfoot, but with some super fun NEW insights. Rather than do a half-assed job, Imma keep working on this and present it next week. Put it on your calendar!