PMS Diaries: Day One

Hello there, 

Maybe you are familiar with the #PMSDiaries hashtag born on a Facebook status a couple of years ago, it usually let the world know how the common human stupidity was starting to become unbearable, this was obviously a sign that the Pre Menstrual Symptom decided to visit...yet again. Let's be real, I didn't "invent" the hashtag but it became part of my lifestyle and those around me, probably the reason why I decided to start this blog adventure. So... Do we need an introduction? I'm your typical 29-year-old woman, who had issues with her period since it decided to knock on my uterus's doors; I was only 12 years old when suddenly at my Titi Luca's house "el gallo me cantó" after years of using my sister's pads and wasting them for fun's sake. On that first year, I was hospitalized once because I was bleeding nonstop for a whole month, I was anemic, my hemoglobin at 6 and the doctors didn't know what the fuck was going on; an OB/GYN prescribed contraceptive pills following the hormones vs hormones logic and it actually worked. Fast forward to 2013, my periods have always been painful but this time, the pain was intolerable; I went to the ER, after a sonogram and waiting for around 13 hours (Puerto Rican health system), the doctor diagnosed me with a benign cyst in my right ovary. Being young, broke and dumb (I'm still two of those) I didn't do anything about it. The year is 2016, I moved to Ohio and was trying a long distance relationship nightmare with my boyfriend at the time so I decided to visit him at Massachusetts for Memorial Day Weekend. The first night I ended up at the fucking ER (again...)with an inexplicable pain and questioning why I was alive (if by now you don't know it, yes, I'm a really dramatic person), they took my vitals, I explained how I was feeling, they drugged me up and did a sonogram, the previously mentioned cyst exploded in my right ovary...WHAT?  Let's make it worse, guys... I DIDN'T HAVE INSURANCE... On November 2016, I had an oophorectomy (ovary removal surgery) due to another cyst, it was too attached to the ovary so it was best to remove the whole thing. In an ideal world, removing my ovary meant that my period cramps and craziness were coming to an end, little did I know, it's still there, worse than ever and heeeell naw, I'm not taking any more hormones to deal with it. I'm still paying medical bills, I even tried an IUD and should probably see another doctor for a second opinion but honestly, I'm used to it. Every month it's a constant repeat of the same deal, I'm a total bitch with my boyfriend (who I live with and deals with my crazy Puerto Rican ass), it's an emotional roller coaster, I'm either crying because I watched a video of a handicapped rooster trying to run or just fighting because he didn't put the creamer back in the fridge. There's no happy medium, there's not a gray area, it's a constant battle with my feelings and what's left of being rational. Seventeen years later, I've read more than the average women about periods, I've convinced myself that kids are not an option and even though I've said multiple times that I hate being a woman, periods and surgeries included, I wouldn't change it for anything.

P.S Today I got my period, my boyfriend decided to leave the house and get drunk with his friends. I'll talk about that tomorrow.