I woke up at 5.30am, with strong cramps after climbing the walls with premenstrual tension for days because my period was late (yay perimenopause!). I had flooded the bed. I have to leave for work at 6.30am at the latest, so I had to strip the bed, wash myself, get ready, have breakfast and pain relief I knew wouldn't do much, and then I have been on my feet until 2pm in my low wage retail job, trying to concentrate on multiple tasks while increasing pain radiates from my uterus, into my back and down my thighs, needing to nip to the loo every half hour just to check I wasn't flooding again.
When I came home I put the sheets in the dryer and had the voices of my family asking what was for tea and could I help with their schoolwork, and my H announcing he had 'a 1.30, so I'll leave you to it.' I squashed down tears, because I'm aware that I am hormone rich right now, and crying is likely just a response to increased sensitivity, and I have lots of shit to still get done even after a 7 hour day of physical work to support my family and can't really indulge in a pity party with chocolates and a duvet and all that bollocks.
Anyone who wishes to create space for me to grow is welcome to live my life for me 5 days a month, and I will use that time to examine my conscience and cramp and flood better.