James
It is too soon. Just after I thought it, another cramp has me turning over in bed, bringing my knees up to my chest as the pain sharpens. To top it off, a wave of pain passes just behind my eyes. I hope I can make it to the bathroom before I throw up all over my bed. Brian can whine all he wants about how women don’t know what it’s like to be a man, but I swear women got the worse end of this deal.
It is entirely too soon to feel like my insides are being scraped out with a cheese grater. Two weeks since the red monster has last taken over my life and I can’t put into words how pissed I am that the symptoms are back so soon. Especially if I have over a week of it to look forward to. The pain subsided a bit and I allowed myself to relax a little. Perhaps I’ll give another thought to
