It's odd to me that women can sometimes have heavy periods for up to seven days and still function without passing out. What happens when you bleed for 15 FUCKING DAYS, with only one day of respite? I'll tell you...you have dizzy spells, are inordinately tired, and are perhaps a touch bitchy.
I phoned my GP yesterday to find out how to end this misery. Her words of wisdom? "Your hormones are wonky enough, I would hate to give you anything to mess them up further." Uh, thanks. When asked if there was a point at which I should become concerned, I was given this most helpful response - "Not really, no." So according to her, I could bleed and bleed for months, no problem! I'm no doctor, but surely losing blood for a long period (ha!) of time is a bad thing? It seems rather straightforward to me. Bleeding = bad, not bleeding = good.
PCOS, where are you? You're supposed to make sure I don't get periods, how are you allowing my body to slough all of this lining? Keep the lining, turn released ovum into cysts, anything but constant bleeding! Do that thing you do!
I seem to recall some bloggers have had really long periods as well, are any of you out there? I must confess I never bothered to retain the details because I had quite the opposite problem at the time. I googled this issue and one poor enquirer on a women-friendly message board was told by a fellow poster and general ignoramus:
"Hi if your symptoms are that bad go the emergency room.It has been known that woman can bleed to death from having long heavy periods,I should know my moma all most did.Please seek medical attention NOW."
No fear-mongering there, thanks sister. I love that her moma (Museum of Modern Art?) damn near died, as well as the insistence that the initial poster should go to the emergency room NOW. When I read the thread I wondered if the poor woman saw that response, threw down her laptop, and rushed her still-bleeding loins to the ER.
I won't be going to the ER. I'll just be over here popping my Multivitamin & Iron supplements, occasionally falling into a heap on the floor when my head feels like it's floating away from my body like a balloon. Hey, at least it means I won't be shamelessly pandering for your affections.