Something Odd

Nothing works out as it seems. By day 9, something strange happened; I started spotting. I thought nothing of it as I figured my body was still trying to get back on track from being on the Pill for so long, but then the following day came and it was heavier. I was nauseous and ended up vomiting. This is not for the faint of heart and I would proceed with caution while reading this as I will be getting quite vivid. The blood that was flowing wasn’t like my normal period blood, which is normally a dark red; it was more of a blood red. After using the bathroom, the toilet water was almost pink and the toilet paper was streaked with blood red lines. I didn’t get it. What was happening to my body?

After a day or so, the color started to change from blood red to dark red. Over the next day or so, it started becoming lighter and I figured it must be my period… again. I was still testing on my monitor because for those of you who have tested on the Clear Blue Easy Fertility Monitor, you will know that you have to test for at least 10 days. Today was day 10 of testing (day 15 of my period).

However, on day 9, things got stranger. I felt the gush. Most women know what this is and so, of course, I ran to the bathroom to see that I was bleeding again. Back to the usual blood red. I did what any normal woman would do; I called my sister. She’s not your average sister. She’s a pharmacist and I hold her higher than nearly all doctors that I’ve had in my time. I first told her what was happening. She knew when I started bleeding again on day 9 as we were in the same place at the same time. In her non sympathetic voice, she said, “That sounds pretty serious. You need to go to the doctor.” I knew she was right. I really wanted to know the w’s; why was this happening? What was going on with my body? Was this the worst I could think of happening to me?

She asked if I was light headed or in pain. No. I was having the usual light cramps that one would have during the menstrual cycle; nothing that I worried about. However, I’m sure that she’s seen more in her time than I ever will by working in a hospital (yes, even as a pharmacist, people!). As we talked a bit more, she came right out and said, “You know, it could be, you know.” I knew. I just didn’t wanna say the “M” word. No couple trying to conceive ever wants to mutter the word. Therefore, I’m calling the doctor to make an appointment… and I’m nauseous just thinking about it.