Dawn Is Me

In consideration for the squeamish, for the men, and for the squeamish men, I’ll start this post with a warning:

This post is not for the squeamish. And if you’re a man, read on at your own risk.

Now then …

I have a number of really bad habits that make for major discomfort for about five days every month.

For example, sometimes, when I get really focused on something, I lose time.

Possibly, you’re wondering what that has to do with that time of the month?

Well, you see, when I get that focused, I don’t just lose a few minutes at a time. I’m talking hours here. In fact, I can lose a whole day.

And what do I mean by ‘losing time’, anyway?

I mean that I can sit here, barely moving at all, and forget to eat, to shower, (Kimmie tells me I even forget to breathe, or at least that’s what I said but I don’t remember that, either) … and to use the bathroom.

This is a recipe for disaster. Maybe not the end of the world, but pretty messy, don’t cha think?

I’ve been thinking for years that I had extraordinarily heavy flows but I have come to the conclusion that the problem is none other than the fact that I have an unfortunate tendency to visit the lavatory about once every six to eight hours — whether I need to or not.

It’s kind of amazing to me that most of my clothing remains unstained.

(Yes, I know. And I agree. Ew.)

Of course, sharing this extremely personal stuff here doesn’t mean I think it’s likely to change.

Here’s a thought that Kimmie just put into my head: I wonder if menstruation is Nature’s way of getting women used to dealing in a hands-on way with icky bodily function stuff, preparatory to having babies to contend with?

Something to think about, huh?