Period cramps are like that weird noise your car makes. It’s alarming, it’s annoying, and it makes you worry, but nine times out of ten, the car still drives. You’re not going to explode on the freeway. You’re just going to have a very uncomfortable ride.
So next time you’re curled up in a ball, moaning about the heat death of your lower body, remember: you’re not dying. You’re just experiencing the world’s most overrated monthly subscription service. You’ll survive. And if nothing else, you’ll have a great story to tell your therapist.
Now, please pass the chocolate. And the ibuprofen. And maybe a small, respectful apology to your uterus so it doesn’t get any ideas for next month.
