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Hi ladies, a long story about my uncomfortable evening, and a question.
I resolved to stay at work at least til 6ish tonight. Around 5.30 my stomach started to hurt, like I needed to have a bowel movement. I walked over to the restroom... and nothing. I felt worse after returning to my desk. I've only had menstrual cramps once or twice -- the first time was 1 year ago. (I thought I had the flu it hurt so much. I had invited my dad and brother for dinner, but I laid down on the floor under my dining room table while they ate. My period came the next day and I felt like such a wimp! I admire all of you ladies who must put up with this more often than me!) Anyway, this afternoon was starting to feel like my bad experience with cramps. Due to discharge, length of time since my last period, cervix position and sex drive, I suspected I was ovulating today. So maybe not menstrual cramps? Maybe I'm sick? At 6 I left the office and decided to attempt taking the train home. I just didn't feel like getting in a cab, and with construction and the end of rush hour, I was not convinced it would be faster.
5 minutes after leaving the office I can hardly stand up on the platform. I get on the El. I sit still. I have to concentrated on not squirming. The train fills. I get off to transfer trains. I want to lie down on the platform. I'm extremely nauseous and feel feverish. The next train pulls in immediately, only a 2-second wait til the doors open. Fine, I get on. Have a seat and an empty seat next to me. I am bracing myself onto that seat, can hardly sit up. I think I might be sweating, I assume I am white as a sheet. I squirm a lot. No one wants to look at me. (don't judge the others, it's the Red Line, there are all sorts of untrustworthy characters on from time to time.) I cannot take it anymore. I am 5 stops from home and I just get off. I sit on a bench on the platform. I'm trying to decide where to throw up if I need to. I don't want to get in a cab and get sick, but it's too far to walk. I walk over to the garbage can. The feeling passes. I need to sit. I sit, on the dirty platform in my freshly laundered and beautifully pressed work pants. I call my mom, not that she can help from 25 miles away. I go down the stairs to the street, my legs are shaking. I try to get a cab, but I don't want to be standing up, and I see no cabs. The bile taste rises and my stomach heaves. I think "I'll be a nice person and throw up in a trash can instead of the gutter, no one wants to see puke in the gutter." There is a mailbox next to the trash can I can lean on. I'm trying to encourage myself to go ahead and just throw up on the street. It's usually such a private misery. Some really attractive guy sees me and asks if I need help. He will drive me home. He has a bleach-spotted towel in case I get sick. I live way out of his way, but he's really nice.
I'm already feeling better, a little, by the time the 10 min drive is over. He drops me off, I lay down on my bathroom floor. 10 mins later I'm mostly okay. Certainly well enough to walk or to take the train.
Little background: I'm on a progestin-only pill. I have been increasingly terrible about taking it at the same time each day. Realizing I've only managed to take about half of them in the past 2 weeks, and none nearly at the same time of day. This week I gave up, frustrated. like this --> Fine! No more pills! (monogamous, condoms are primary BC) My finance reports that the POP killed my libido anyhow. I need a new gyno (anyone? I'm moving to 60622, I work in 60606. recommendations?)
My understanding is POP pills may or may not suppress ovulation. Maybe my body is actually ovulating instead of just "going thru the motions" ... and it's painful? Is this plausible? Until I find a good gyno, does anyone have any advice for me? I don't want to go thru this next cycle...
I resolved to stay at work at least til 6ish tonight. Around 5.30 my stomach started to hurt, like I needed to have a bowel movement. I walked over to the restroom... and nothing. I felt worse after returning to my desk. I've only had menstrual cramps once or twice -- the first time was 1 year ago. (I thought I had the flu it hurt so much. I had invited my dad and brother for dinner, but I laid down on the floor under my dining room table while they ate. My period came the next day and I felt like such a wimp! I admire all of you ladies who must put up with this more often than me!) Anyway, this afternoon was starting to feel like my bad experience with cramps. Due to discharge, length of time since my last period, cervix position and sex drive, I suspected I was ovulating today. So maybe not menstrual cramps? Maybe I'm sick? At 6 I left the office and decided to attempt taking the train home. I just didn't feel like getting in a cab, and with construction and the end of rush hour, I was not convinced it would be faster.
5 minutes after leaving the office I can hardly stand up on the platform. I get on the El. I sit still. I have to concentrated on not squirming. The train fills. I get off to transfer trains. I want to lie down on the platform. I'm extremely nauseous and feel feverish. The next train pulls in immediately, only a 2-second wait til the doors open. Fine, I get on. Have a seat and an empty seat next to me. I am bracing myself onto that seat, can hardly sit up. I think I might be sweating, I assume I am white as a sheet. I squirm a lot. No one wants to look at me. (don't judge the others, it's the Red Line, there are all sorts of untrustworthy characters on from time to time.) I cannot take it anymore. I am 5 stops from home and I just get off. I sit on a bench on the platform. I'm trying to decide where to throw up if I need to. I don't want to get in a cab and get sick, but it's too far to walk. I walk over to the garbage can. The feeling passes. I need to sit. I sit, on the dirty platform in my freshly laundered and beautifully pressed work pants. I call my mom, not that she can help from 25 miles away. I go down the stairs to the street, my legs are shaking. I try to get a cab, but I don't want to be standing up, and I see no cabs. The bile taste rises and my stomach heaves. I think "I'll be a nice person and throw up in a trash can instead of the gutter, no one wants to see puke in the gutter." There is a mailbox next to the trash can I can lean on. I'm trying to encourage myself to go ahead and just throw up on the street. It's usually such a private misery. Some really attractive guy sees me and asks if I need help. He will drive me home. He has a bleach-spotted towel in case I get sick. I live way out of his way, but he's really nice.
I'm already feeling better, a little, by the time the 10 min drive is over. He drops me off, I lay down on my bathroom floor. 10 mins later I'm mostly okay. Certainly well enough to walk or to take the train.
Little background: I'm on a progestin-only pill. I have been increasingly terrible about taking it at the same time each day. Realizing I've only managed to take about half of them in the past 2 weeks, and none nearly at the same time of day. This week I gave up, frustrated. like this --> Fine! No more pills! (monogamous, condoms are primary BC) My finance reports that the POP killed my libido anyhow. I need a new gyno (anyone? I'm moving to 60622, I work in 60606. recommendations?)
My understanding is POP pills may or may not suppress ovulation. Maybe my body is actually ovulating instead of just "going thru the motions" ... and it's painful? Is this plausible? Until I find a good gyno, does anyone have any advice for me? I don't want to go thru this next cycle...