The credits rolled. The audience cheered and clapped. I shuffled out of the theatre like dozens of others, chatting away about the spectacularly crafted ending to the Dark Knight trilogy. My words trailed off as I walked mechanically into the bathroom, my large iced tea getting the best of bladder.
My eyes instinctually squinted in the harsh fluorescent light of the women’s room. As I sat down, I was greeted by a faint pink smudge in my underwear. A familiar enough sight every three months or so, but this time, I was instantly snapped out of my post-movie reverie.
“Oh shit,” I thought.
That means today is the first day of my cycle after finishing my progesterone and estrogen pills last week.
That means today is CD1.
That means only one more course of pills, then shots, then…