Cold was the temperature in my room when I awakened this morning. Cold because I was sooo hot last night that I turned on the air  before bed. Hot and then cold.

But something happened to me during the middle of the night that resulted in my resorting to the fetal position that I know and love. Except it was something even more tragic this time— Not a bad dream, or a restless night. Something called CRAMPS.

Invading my space, reminding me that I’m not with child (yess!!), symbolizing a decrease in my hormone levels, caused by the contraction of my uterus muscles,blocking the delivery of oxygen to other reproductive tissues, and foreshadowing the squeezing of those dead endometrial tissues through my cervix and out of my vagina.

My friend in high school used to say it felt like her uterus was gonna just “SPLAT” — hit the floor at any given moment. I see why her monthly “high school blues” made sense. I never got cramps until I came to college.

Now I love/hate my period. Red. Oozing up on me without warning. Ruining the perception of my fetal position— I will never be able to resort to it again without thinking about how I relied on it to deliver me from the firm grip of pain caused by these things.

Changing my temperature like they say is true of women during menopause….

On second thought though,

Those women are lucky. Give me that break now, 20+ years in advance.

Please just have mercy on my uterus.

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   beautifully written.

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