I am 43 years old and I have a spare pair of knickers in every bag I own. My work bag. My gym bag. The tote I take to Sainsbury's. I feel like I'm back in Year 8 and I genuinely cannot believe this is just... my life now. The unpredictability is the thing that's getting to me most. Last month I had two weeks of nothing and then it hit like a burst pipe on a Tuesday afternoon while I was in back-to-back meetings. I had to do that horrible shuffling walk to the toilet and sit there wondering if I could get away with my cardigan tied round my waist at 43. I've started keeping a rough calendar on my phone, just marking when it starts, how heavy, how many days. Partly because I have a GP appointment coming up and I want to be able to say something more useful than "it's bad and I'm tired all the time". The fatigue is actually what I want to talk to her about most because it's the part that's wrecking my week. Not just tired, like, bone-deep can't-think-straight tired that doesn't shift after a full night's sleep. On the worst days I live on tinned lentil soup and scrambled eggs because I genuinely don't have the energy to cook. Which is fine. It's not a strategy, it's just survival. Anyone else tracking this stuff before a GP visit? What did you actually say that made them take it seriously? x