Or, more appropriately, signs
my period controls too much of my life. (Disclaimer: Though this is written in the second person, here "you" only necessarily means "me," though anyone else who also identifies with this, well, does.)
-- You believe you may have a physical and/or psychological addiction to heating pads in their various forms.
-- You have trained your dog to function as an insta-ready self-heating pad and to lie down and curl up at the appropriate location next to your body.
-- On the street, you're not at all embarrassed when the driver next to you catches you with your hand down your pants. That was just you, inserting a new stick-on heating pad.
-- On one hand, you laugh at the idea of ibuprofen and acetaminophen managing pain. On the other, you wonder why it's not available in IV form.
-- In order to be able to quantify your bleeding more precisely, you develop a new
bleeding scale -- only with yours, heavy bleeding doesn't
start until you're going through more than one menstrual product per hour.
-- You wonder whether it makes more sense to measure your blood/fluid loss in pints or litres.
-- Every time you take a shower, you have the overwhelming desire to watch the movie
Psycho (be forewarned: links to video containing partial nudity, violence, and graphic depictions of blood).
-- You plan your errands around accessible public toilets; if the place doesn't have one, you don't go.
-- Your largest goal for the day involves not leaking blood onto anything overly expensive or irreparable. All washable surfaces will just have to deal.
-- You seriously consider moving somewhere that sells Tylenol 3 over-the-counter.
-- You have conversations with the characters on your cloth pads. The peace frogs are okay, and the bloody pirate skull is seven kinds of awesome -- but those cheeky little smiling monkeys piss you right the hell off.
-- You have enough focus/energy/pain tolerance to do exactly one physical activity (anything that requires walking or even standing upright for several minutes counts as a physical activity) before you retreat back into the Land of the Fetal Position for the rest of the day.