DEPRESSION

Part 7

   So here we go. My periods weren't your typical 7 day or 8 day periods, they were bad as fuck periods. Majority of women have a menstrual cycle of a week or two. But mine was menstrual cycle was a month long. And note that this was the first time I ever had them. And it wasn't like I got two bad days and then for the rest of the month my flow of blood was like hey bitch!! bye bitch!! NOOOOO. My flow was like fucking Niagara Falls.
   I used to change my pad, sit on the bed and hallelujah, my pad was overflowing. It was that bad. I know you can't believe me. I know that because my mom also didn't believe me. She literally said I know you are lying. This is not possible. At that point I was like really you don't believe me?? Then fine I will show you my pad. At that time i had just changed my pad and you could feel it that it was getting FULL like till the brim. So I took her to washroom. Told her to wait there and left the washroom door a lil bit open so she could see that I am not bluffing. When I peeled the pad off. I heard a loud gasp from the outside. I knew my mom saw it. When I walked out I asked her if she believes me now. For some while she remained silent but then she grabbed my hand and told my dad to get up and that we need to go to the hospital like right now, right at this very moment. At this point even my dad knew that I was going through shit because everyday I used to stain the sheets. Because even I used to get exhausted from repeatedly changing pads. So he got up that instance and we went to the hospital. At the hospital, my mom told the doctor my condition. The doctor literally paused when she heard about my condition. She looked at me and asked how old was I. I was 10 and a half at that time. She asked my mom if she had seen the pads. And my mom replied yes, I have. And let me tell you that they are always filled to the brim. The doctor at that point realized that my condition was pretty bad. She recommended two medicines and said that if the flow doesn't reduces within the next 4 hours after taking the pills. Then I will have to start a three day course of injections. I was so fucking relieved that finally this misery will end. It was night time when we went to the hospital which meant that if in case it doesn't reduces then we will be going to the hospital at midnight. I waited for 6 hours and the only thing which happened was me completely finishing two whole packets of pads. Each packet had 8 pads, so in other words I filled 16 pads (FUCK). At 1 AM, my mom woke up dad and said we have to go and get the injections. Her condition is just getting worse.
   So we went to the hospital. I got my injection. And for the first time in about nearly 4 weeks, I finally slept like a baby. Though when I woke up, my trousers were stained but still i got a peaceful sleep. By this time my exams had started and I used to get the injection in the morning before exam and at night at 8 PM. The injections were like a blessing. When the 3 day course ended, I was now using only 3 pads a day. And I felt like I was on Cloud 9.
   But misery always finds it's way to me. During my maths exam, which happened to be my second last, this was the last day of injections. In the morning after getting the injection, I went to school for the exam. At first I felt a bit drowsy and a bit dizzy but shrugged it off and thought maybe it was just the tension of the exam. But when I was on the last part, in fact I was on the last step of the answer, a really really bad bad pain started at the area where I used to get the injections. At first I hurriedly completed the answer and after that I started to underline the main and highlight the answers. But I was stopped once again because of the pain. At this point my eyes were full of tears because it was getting really bad. The invigilator was a strict professor. But when he saw my nearly on the edge of bursting out on tears. He came by my side and asked if my arm was alright because that was the area where I used to get the injections. I smiled and said I fell last night so it's just that. He realized I was lying but didn't really asked me more. Instead he passed a smile and asked if my paper was done. I replied that the highlighting was left. He came by my chair took the marker from me. Asked me where was the highlight had to be done. I told him. He did it and told me to leave the room and go outside and relax. I knew the whole class was looking at me but majority knew about my condition.
   Later some girls asked me what was that about and I told them. Because there was no harm in telling them. Later I went home and told my mom. She told dad about it. Dad contacted a friend of his who also was a doctor. He told him about my condition and it turns out that the injection had a reaction. Later on within a week my periods finally ended.
   My mom finally decided that it was time to go to a gynecologist. She took me there. I wanted to rebel her but then I realized my situation and kept my mouth shut. When I was there she asked me as in the doctor asked me some of the most horrifying things.
   Anyways that horrible session ended and she got me on a one month plan of pills. In order to control my condition.
   I used to take them and let me tell you it was the worst thing. There were 6 different medicines. Ugh. But I did it.
   I was lucky in one thing. I didn't get the cramps for my first 5 times. But HAHA. At my 6th time they started.
   When the pain kicked in the first time I shrugged it off but OH BOY after that it became unbearable. We were going to the zoo with some family friends. The time we reached the zoo, my eyes were blood shot red because my dumbass was holding them back. Literally anyone could tell that I was having a bad indeed a very bad time. But that ended soon.
   I left a very important thing in this part because this is already long enough you won't be able to read or understand the next part if I didn't gave you this background history.
   The important part was about the thing which turned into blackhole for me and literally sucked the life out of me. This time the thing which happened with me, changed everything. I mean every single damned thing.
   This next thing didn't just affect mentally but did a great deal at affecting me physically. This wasn't a slap, it was a punch in the stomach which had me vomiting all hope and had me rolling like ball into the darkness once again.

P.S. Wash your hands. Don't panic. Calm down. Wash your hands. Stay sanitized. Stay safe. Take care. Don't panic buy. ❤❤❤💖💖💖💗💗💗💜💜💜.