I Hate My Period So Much

I hate my period so much

It woke me up at 5am after I had stained my gorgeous baby blue linen sheets

And I had 30min of bad pain bur being fully fine to walk so I changed my sheets into red cotton and got my pregnancy body pillow I use for periods ... then I had to go lie on my side with my legs squished up while vomiting/dry heaving while running hot water on my stomach which ment my oxy didn't get to fully absorb .

Then when I could sit up again I was rinsing out my hair and found cigarette buts tangled in from my dad smoking the shower which is going to be a problem I hope they don't clog up out old plumbing.

I stopped vomiting then lay in bed for a until 930 where I was no longer hella nautious so I drank a few maybe 5 standard of white rum eith pinable jucie and some oxxy which fully got rid of the pain so I could walk down the road to get my dads latte and white bread cheese egg sandwich (he got high a few months ago and threw my coffee machine off the balcony and only eat fresh bread due to his teeth [he has dentures that he can wear as of last week but they make him gag) or if I make it Japanese milk bread but I only do that once a month cause it's labour intensive) and my job is his primary career and he is hella underweight like 40kg (90 pounds) at 6 foot its fucked. Anyway I sat down in the alcohol freezer while they finished up but I had to leave to go dry heave above the garbage bin ... which sucked cause it's connected to a metal pole that's stops the lid from flipping all the way open so I had to but my head under the lid... and like all the people that work there know me (like I walk in and they ask if I've already ordered my dads sandwich). But the man in front of me brought me a lindt chocolate bar which is great cause im running low on the food pantry ones I normally use and like they don't seem plain caramel and dark chocolate in Australia anymore only sated caramel milk chocolate which is disgusting.

But I was literally crying and then when I got back my dad had nicked.over his side table and smashed a ton of my mugs and gold philosophy glasses trying to get his leg into bed ( he passed of the balcony friday morning and then feel over and maybe broke his hand but he won't see a doctor so I helped him get back into bed but I physically can't clean up all the smashed stuff like I did some with a broom but then I got dizzy and had to go before I feel into the glass myself.

At least his bed pan didn't get knocked over.

I wish I got my period next week when my dads shower chair arrives but alas.

It's a bad one but not a heinous one like im not crawling or wheelchair bound yet and there had been no migrant or diahera but im still passed. Like since june I have had 3 periods that have all been good 2 we're less than a week and the other one was 3 weeks with only 1 day of vomiting and fainting. I'm just worried this one is going to get all the shit I missed out from June. The only good thing is when I'm in the shower I can leave the shower head on my stomach cause the water droplets on the rest of my body cool me down in this 33° weather.

RANT OVER