Posts by Michelle Cook7

So, I finally pulled the plug on my birth control—specifically Novynett—because the mood swings were getting absolutely unhingable. It started with me being annoyed at literally everything, then graduated to full-blown rage fits, and eventually spiraled into me just sobbing for days on end. Over the last month or so, it felt less like "moodiness" and more like straight-up depression. I was so miserable and lacked any shred of motivation that it felt totally wrong. And get this: it wasn't even just the week before my period; I felt like this absolute wreck all damn month long. As for my libido? Let's just say it was basically non-existent. Not even worth mentioning.

Dana Morales64 said:But you missed one thing—women are biologically more sensitive to pain than men. It isn't necessarily about the scale being different, but how the experience hits us. If you take the intensity of menstrual pain and cut it in half, you'd basically find that we feel it at 50% while you guys feel it at 100%. In reality, the actual intensity might be equal; it’s just that you women process the sensation differently.😉

It’s honestly hilarious when people who have zero clue start throwing around "facts" like this. It’s actually the exact opposite. Men are more sensitive to pain, which is basically one of the reasons why women—not men—are the ones giving birth. We can handle it because we aren't as hyper-sensitive to pain.

http://www.webmd.com/pain-management/women-vs-men-pain-sensitivity

Look, if you had even thirty minutes of feeling pain that radiates from your lower back down to your knees—the kind where you’re puking, shaking, and eventually blacking out from the sheer agony—you wouldn't be sitting here typing out such absolute nonsense.

The only one I haven't messed with is Ketonal, mostly because everyone keeps swearing it’s absolutely brutal on the system... but honestly, I feel like it can't possibly be worse than slamming 1800 mg of Advil a day, right???

analogcobra13 said:It’s my first time jumping into this thread. I’ve been lurking and reading through everyone else’s experiences, and honestly... there are just so many...

Here is what my pain actually looks like:
About three or four days before everything hits, my lower back starts aching. It’s a constant dull throb, but nothing I can't handle without reaching for the medicine cabinet.
Then, things start to shift... slowly at first. For those first two or three days, while I am 🙂 praying to God to spare me from the absolute agony that's coming.
Then, on day three or four, I’ll wake up feeling totally fine. I eat breakfast, life seems normal. Then, out of nowhere, I have to sprint to the bathroom because this brutal diarrhea kicks in. And while I’m sitting there—sorry for the TMI, but this is the reality of it😍—I get these unbearable back spasms so intense they actually make me vomit. At some point in the middle of that chaos, I’ll swallow two Advil, but of course, once the vomiting starts, they don't even stand a chance of kicking in.
At the same time, I’m sweating buckets, looking pale as a ghost like I’m literally dying, and shaking because I’m hit with these massive chills all at once.

And then, quite literally, I am dying from the pain. It’s hitting me from every angle, but the agony is so soul-crushing that I would gladly let them strip me naked and rush me to the ER just to get a shot of something for the pain. But I can’t go anywhere because I can't stop vomiting and running to the bathroom. In those moments, you lose every ounce of dignity. Nothing matters except someone, somewhere, helping me.
The only thing that keeps me sane is knowing it’ll pass in an hour or two.
But even then, it drags on. I can't even begin to describe it or do it justice here. It is pure, unadulterated torture. I start mumbling nonsense from the pain, I’m twisting and turning, I can’t even sit on the toilet... It is a total NIGHTMARE!
Last time, I was actually negotiating with my husband (after one of these episodes, which, by the way, happen every month or two) about just buying a heavy-duty inflatable lounger so I could suffer lying down. Honestly, it sounds easier.

After that, the whole ordeal drags on for another five or six days, and that’s if I’m having a "good" one!
I even get similar pains around ovulation. No vomiting then, but everything else is exactly the same.
I have seen every gynecologist in the state, and they all tell me everything is perfectly normal. I’m at a healthy weight, and nobody in my family has ever dealt with pain this extreme...
I usually start popping Advil every single morning during those days...

So, yeah... that's my life.

It feels like I’m reading someone else's diary, except I’m only 19 and the only thing I *don't* deal with is that whole stomach issue. Honestly, the digestive stuff feels a bit much for me, but my mom? She’s been fighting this battle her entire life. It got so bad she was basically living off injectable meds—and if you know anything about what those do to your stomach lining, you know that’s a nightmare. I don't even know what to do with myself. I’m barely out of my teens, and when I stop to think about how many more cycles I have to endure before menopause hits... ugh, just gagging. Currently, I'm popping 600mg Ibuprofens like they're Tic Tacs—probably three or four a day—and it doesn't even matter. I'm still breaking out in sweats, shaking like a leaf, and throwing up on a regular basis. And the kicker? Everything comes back "normal" on the doctor's tests. No infections, no inflammation, nothing. Just pure, unadulterated misery. Luckily, I work at my mom’s company, and she actually gets it. She isn't one of those bosses who thinks you're faking it, so I can just stay in bed for the first few days until the worst of it passes. Small mercies, I guess.