And I have still not started. The pain's there. Just nothing coming out. I was supposed to start somewhere around Wednesday. (I'm hardly regular, even on the pill.)
No, I'm not pregnant. I checked.
Twice.
While it may be cheaper to buy those tests in multi-packs, I think they do more mental harm than good for people such as myself. "What if I did it wrong? Maybe I should do it again. But how do I know I did this one right? Should I go buy another box?" I could blow my whole paycheck on pregnancy tests with very little provocation.
Today is Father's Day. All I'm up to doing is laying on the heating pad with my legs propped up, but I'd feel bad if I did that. So I'm going to go get cleaned up, pop a pain pill, and see what Dad wants to do today.
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The joy of endometriosis.
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