When i was young, and finally understood that being a female relative in my extended family means getting bullied by the boys, i was not happy. i vehemently denied them the pleasure, and i had make sure i excelled in every activity we were involved in. from climbing the stacked up chairs at the back of the class, to kicking them off the slides, to yelling at them when we were in this play pool, i was boss and i didn’t want them to see it any other way.

i wasn’t trying to control them, i was just trying to prove that female or not, i am just as good a game as anyone of their guy friends were.

now, 20 odd years later, sometimes i feel like i am cursed, for being a woman. Period pains are sometimes crippling for my friends, for me i get constant diarrhoea. i have read in some female magazines that it is a curable condition (or at least somewhat “easible’). i haven’t found the magazine yet, so i could actually bring the term to my Doc at uni, so i can tell them exactly wtf to fix on me.

apparently hormones swell and press against your rectum or something along that line, giving you both cramps and diarrhoear like symptoms. that’s as far as i can remember from that article. With regards to me though, it kills me every time i have BEARABLE CRAMPS but UNBEARABLE stomaches. combined, i feel like i am about to lose my womb through my anus. and that’s what i have had the WHOLE ENTIRE TODAY.

i need money though, so i went to work, without really mentioning anything about it. the pain was temporarily gone, so i thought it decided to retreat for the night.

until it got real busy.

While holding three hot plates, my stomach suddenly churned, then knotted up, as if a knife was stabbed into me, and then turned. i gasped, then shut my mouth and smiled at the customer, pretending that i was a semi-retard, then ran into the coffee corner, and clutched my stomach tight. As per normal, the pain got so bad that my mouth was gathering saliva. i stared at the walls, trying to push my concentration elsewhere. in the end, i rushed to the toilet, pretending i needed the bath room.

nothing is going to come out, i know, but i needed to sit somewhere where i am not in someone’s way.

by the third time i did that, someone realised something was wrong, and told Don to send me home. i was a little upset, mainly because i don’t earn much now considering my workable hours. but there wasn’t much else to do beyond hoping 1) for 2 tips and 2) for a few more dollars since i work those hours.

but walking out into the cool air, i was relieved, and glad. someone in there sacrifaced going home early, even though she wanted so badly to leave, so that i could just go home and rest. Don’s suddenly soft face when he asked, “why didn’t you tell me?” made it all the more funnier. it was a busy night, 2 people called in sick, and yet he asked me why i didn’t tell him… i feel loved.

of course, there’s also Ems’ way of handling it, “DON’T PASS IT TO ME!! I KNOW IT’S CONTAGIOUS!! OMG!!”

lawl you idiot.

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