For Christ's Sake, Stop the Bleeding!

As you may or may not know, I've been trying to change / suppress my menstrual cycle through the use of prolonged exposure to the Pill. Unfortunately, it's not going as well as I would have hoped.

For those who haven't been exposed to what "period suppression" entails, it's basically the choice to use birth control pills for 12 weeks, then you take a week off. There's a new one coming out called Seasonale, but I don't know how that differs from just staying on any old pill, and I doubt the additional hype is really necessary, since I suspect they're just playing on the ignorance of the public... as most marketers like to do. One can simply take their pill of choice uninterrupted for 12 weeks and achieve the same end. (Now, don't be a moron and do this shit without medical supervision, all right? Get approval from your doctor, talk to them about what to look for, then go bravely forth, young bleeder. Now your shit before you act; don't listen to me or some other person who has no medical training and knows fuck all about the big picture.)

I've been on the pill, now, for 9.5 out of my new "12-week" cycle. I've already had a full-blown, long period that began 2 weeks ago and lasted 8 days, and today I've gotten it again. In between, I was still spotting. So, maybe I'm the odd the one out. Maybe I'm the freak who can't adjust to the hormonal change. I don't know. All I do know is, this really blows.

I did, however, ask the Good Doctor about it and he said it's just my endometirum rebelling. Yeah, well, I wanna get fucking medieval on its ass and quash its little rebellion.

I mean, if I was in a sexually active relationship, this would be really fucking annoying. Fortunately, it's just me and Fingie these days, so we have an understanding and things are going smoothly, no feelings are hurt, but still. Biology blows, man. I thought so in high school and I still think so now. This fucking ranks up there with dissecting frogs, for god's sake.

I wanted to cycle to work today, but now I feel like shit, so yet another day is passing without exercise. In retrospect, 2.5 cups of coffee was a bad plan, since coffee really fucks with cramping, but at least I'm awake.

I took my first anti-depressant pill last night, and that was weird. It's supposed to double as a sleep-aid, so you take it before bed.I had only a half a pill as you're supposed to start slow to minimize the onset of side effects. Still, it conked me right out. I vaguely remember getting out of bed to go to the washroom, as I'm one of those people, and I staggered there with my head bent down, and slammed into the door jamb. My first reaction was, "Not another fucking concussion," (I've had three) as I stumbled backwards, my head smarting, leaving me feeling like I'd suffered a cartoon injury, with the pain lines radiating out into the darkness.

Naturally, I woke up this morning in a fog. I really hope this isn't an indicator of what's to come, because now that I'm on these pills, I'm supposed to remain on them for the next year. That's just the rule of thumb. (Where in the hell did the saying "rule of thumb" come from, anyhow? Ever wonder? I mean, having opposable thumbs is one of the highlights of my life, to be sure, but I don't expect my thumb to be the sovereign entity of my life, so I don't really see it ruling, but perhaps my ignorance is impeding my ability to comprehend this. Hmm.)

On the Depress-o-meter, I'm probably a 6 or 7 out of 10, but I blame the fucking period. There's nothing fun about bleeding seven days, man. It's really, really lame. On a happier note, hung out with the X-Guy last night as "friends" and it was a little awkward but good, and I suspect we'll stay on that path. Oh, and the awkwardness was apparently only on my side of the equation. Whatever, it was there. I'm not that experienced at being friends with exes.

(Oh, feel free to keep the one-year anniversary congrats coming in, they're making my blah-I'm-bleeding-again! day a little better.)