I'm coming up on the second week. Still having moments of panic at imagined side effects. But my period finally came last night. I was worried it would come at work and I'd be so excited that I'd tell the first person I saw. I don't think I've been this glad to see it since it first appeared and I could count myself among the ranks of my "grown up" friends. I finished an ambitious personal challenge that same night, but I was more thrilled about this. I'm in pain that ibuprofen can only take the edge from, and I feel drained and unfocused, but that's normal for me when it comes, and I'm stupidly relieved. It bothered me this much when I was warned it would mess up my cycle, so I can't imagine how women feel when they don't know why they're late.
Thing is, who knows when my next one will come? Three weeks? Three months? I'll have to be on a constant watch, lest I be caught off-guard. That is one of my worst fears, up there with public bathrooms with no doors on the stalls. Except it's a fear I've survived: imagine an inexperienced teenager, a 10+ hour flight to Indonesia, and white jeans. Yeah, I've been there. Doesn't stop me from agonizing over it. It's going to be a fun few months.
I haven't noticed anything else. I had a dream last night that it was making me grow more hair, not less, and it was making a thick, healthy rug of my ribs. No sign of change either way.
I was introduced to a blog this week that totally blew me away. It's not about hirsutism or polycystic ovaries for once. 65RedRoses is written by a young woman with cystic fibrosis. I'm still reading through it, and it makes me feel incredibly grateful for what I have, and so humbled and inspired by her courage and determination. Please take a look; it's worth your attention. I'm hoping to be back later in the week to update again and talk about something other than medication.