When I was a teen, the onset of menstruation was met with physical and mental protest. As far as I could see, there was just no good reason that women should be subject to nearly a week of being doubled over in pain.
Well, when childbirth came along, menstrual cramping seemed unworthy of complaint. Besides the fact that my body seemed to accommodate the change with a bit more grace, the pain paled in comparison to birthing a child. Marathons, for that matter, pale in comparison to child birth – at least in comparison to the birth of my first-born.
I guess I’ve been pretty fortunately that most months come and go without much whining. Yet, every once in a great while, a day will hit where I want to take a couple of Vicodin (perhaps do the unthinkable mixing with red wine), and either sink into a tub filled with hot sudsy water or into the fetal position and whimper. Today, is one of those days.
Why, you may ask, am I blogging about THIS? As if anyone really cares to read about it. You see, I am hoping that one or two of you will have some helpful hints on what might help relieve this pain. If there is an herbal tea I can drink, a yoga pose I can hold, or a certain way I could rub my tummy and pat my head to ease my woe-is-me-ailment, please leave a comment.