I Can’t Work During the First Few Days of My Period — Is Endometriosis the Culprit?
A few years back, my husband and I worked at a hotel together. We had a split shift, as we were responsible for breakfast (morning) and the bar (evening). We each had one day off per week, but never the same one.
One morning, during my husband’s day off, I had begun my ritual. I turned on the lights of the dining room and began setting the buffet. Then, it hit me.
My period.
I knew it was due that week, so I had taken some medication before hand. The problem was (and always has been), no medication could combat the power of my uterus.
Within minutes, I was on the floor, trying to breathe methodically to decrease my panic and pain. Issue number two: I’d been doing this since I was 13 years old, and it too never mitigated the agony.
Lying on the kitchen floor, knowing guests would be arriving in thirty minutes or so, I had no other choice but to call my husband. On top of the pain and panic, I was now riddled with the guilt of asking him to give up his only day off.
He, of course, came straight away. He had witnessed my suffering and understood the I no longer had control over my own body.
