My period makes it so I am at least crippled for a good couple of days. It makes it so I don't enjoy the existence of others. To be honest, I don't enjoy the existence of others when my period is on.
Indeed, I want to be a recluse, only dwelling in my mind and never having to step out into the sunlight to see the bright, cheery faces of others. They make me sick.
If it weren't for these damned glasses that I've been wearing since grade 2 in primary school, it would be shades until the end of the period, but no....it's these damned glasses.
Let me back up here.
Why do I hate my period so much? You know, the little darling that lets me know that it is possible for me to give life to another?
Well......I have what you may call "painful periods" (yes, it's a medical term). It's not endometriosis, although I'm sure that it could very well end up to be that some day.
Instead, I can't walk, I can't run, I can exercise, I can barely eat. I'm constantly doubled over in crippling pain that causes me to cry just about every time a sensation ripples through my body. I'm usually a blubbering mess with a side of bitch for the 7-10 days I'm on (yup, I'm always in it for the long haul)
So, when I'm on my period, I advise people to not be around me.
I have weird cravings, and when people don't feed into my cravings, I become belligerent, and no one likes a very cranky, crampy, belligerent Ava.
So, if I must have my ice cream (which I shouldn't be eating, with my lactose intolerant ass) with some pickles and chips sprinkled on it, give it to me, or beware my wrath!