One hell of a morning.
The second I got up from the bed my dear ovaries begin to scream, and an infernal pain pierces my consciousness. With infernal pain I'm referring to mild inability to stand straight without grinning in agony.
And being so damn conscientious I, the good student, have a breakfast consisting of an extra-strong pain killer (of a prescription that isn't even mine), water and lots of Pepsi to wash away that disgusting taste the pill left in my mouth. Then, with great effort I assure you, I mount my bike and cycle to school, every single pump in the road temporarily increasing the pain tricefold.
And still no periods.
...I want to go to bed. Hopefully it won't hurt this much tomorrow.
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I should stop reading about my illness. The amount of negative things overrides the positive ones 6-0. Fucking gynaecologist... would it have been so fucking difficult to explain MY situation to ME instead of leaving me in insecurity reading random things from random sources?!
