There is a Tesco bag in my work drawer with a spare pair of knickers, leggings, and a pad the size of a mattress. I am 43 years old. I have not needed a spare outfit since I was in year seven and had an accident on the coach to Alton Towers. I genuinely do not know how we got here. Six months ago my periods were completely normal. Now I am calculating whether I can survive a two-hour meeting without nipping out, and yesterday I had to walk to my car with my cardigan tied round my waist like it was 1994. The shame of it. I am a grown woman with a mortgage and a line manager. I have started keeping a little calendar on my phone, just marking the heavy days with a red dot, because I need something concrete to show my GP when I finally get in front of her. I keep thinking she will just say it's normal for my age and send me off, and I want to be able to say no look, here, this is eleven red dots in fourteen days, this is not nothing. The tiredness is the other thing I want to raise. Not tired like I need an early night. Tired like my bones are made of wet sand. I have been writing down when the really bad fatigue hits because I suspect it lines up with the heaviest bleeding but I haven't got enough data yet. On the heavy days I basically cannot cook. I have been living on tinned lentil soup and toast and I am absolutely fine with that for now. No shame in it. Anyone else keeping notes ahead of a GP appointment? What did you actually find useful to track? x