Grr... Damn Uterus

Saturday night ( or Sunday morning) at 3:00 AM, I got up to use the bathroom. My bladder coaxed with way too many lemonades at the half moon in Clear Lake nudged me from my bliss. I tip toed around the bed holding Mike in his slumber and hit my toe on the pull out sofa. FUCK!
Upon reaching my destination to the second door down the hall, I was greeted by my period. Ergh... I returned to bed and just rolled over Mike to my side of the bed instead of going around. Mike was awake and I told him that I didn't feel so hot. He held my hand firmly and kissed my neck as I tried to hold my whimpers and go back to sleep. I tossed and turned and kicked violently through out the night.
On Sunday, I mostly lay around the trailer as things happened around me and tried to get some rest. Mike and I rode around the golf cart some more, and chased squirrels through the park.
On the way home, Mike and I sat in the back seat of the truck. I tried to sleep through it all and keep my head down in Mike's lap.

Monday, I went to school, and sat on the hill away from the rest of the pit as the band down below worked on charts. They only played a measure or two, then stopped to work on pictures. Sammy came up the hill. "I don't mean to sound like a bitch, but is there something you guys can do or practice."
"You guys are working on pictures. We can't play much." I pointed below. The band moved one move and stopped again. Noise and mumbling came from the band looking at charts.
"Well, can't you guys practice something?" she asked.
"Bartachek and Stegemann don't want us playing when you're working,"I said.
"I'm sorry, but that's fucked up. You're apart of the drum line too. In my freshmen year, we had to take it all the way from the school down here,"Sammy said and walked down the hill angrily. She stopped to talk to Laura Burns about her frustration as she angrily gestured about and then toward us. Laura looked angry too.
The pit wasn't too happy about it. "Sorry, but who's she to NOW decided that we're part of the drum line when we haven't been included this whole time?"

I survived English class, but towards the end of it, I wasn't feeling too good and went to the Nurses office. I took some Ibuprofen and lay in a dark room on a leather inclined cot with another fallen soldier who's pain was inflicted as well by cramps. I went to talk to the nurse and asked if I could go home.
I got dad on the phone, and took my things downstairs. I signed out in the attendance office, then went outside and sat in front of the school entrance. Dad took me home, and called Younkers and told them I wouldn't be coming in.

This morning, after taking my pill, my vitamin, ate some food and got dressed, I started feeling nauseaus and went back to bed. ERgharha..... Damn Period.