Off!

Let’s see.

Not feeling too well last night, coupled with the wailings of seemingly pained-slash-tortured human being (translation: videoke singer from downstairs) disrupting my REM, I didn’t want to get out of bed. As if that was not enough for the morning, the curse of the female race just dropped me a visit. Oh yes! And it brought along friends too — pain, nausea, cramps, weakness, discomfort, and irritation. This is one of those visits that makes me want to kill if I don’t get some kind of relief from any of the vicious, vicious friends! 

When it was just time for lunch, I had to look for something to eat. And when I saw food, another wave of nausea seeped in and I could have just vomited whatever’s left in my stomach from dinner last night.

During an episode of this dysmenorrhea, I asked the better half, “Would you be willing to take the pain off from me for just one out of the normally three days I become incapacitated to function? Just one day for every month?”

“No!”, short and sweet was his reply.

As if the birthing process isn’t even painful enough for a woman, a monthly visit of this curse doesn’t speak much of justice when the man undergoes just a single slice under the knife in their lifetime. And lucky for them, anaesthesia actually works for them. In the delivery room, you’d be so lucky if the amount of pain killers or sedatives would actually take effect during the process. So tell me, where’s the justice in that?

Well, the better half isn’t entirely apathetic with my days feeling “hell”. Of course, since he can’t do anything about my pain, I pick on him. Why wouldn’t I? I go through with this every so-so months, and he doesn’t in his lifetime? And he couldn’t even imagine himself like this even for a day! So, my fits turn into triggers for arguments, screaming and fighting. But amidst it all, he puts up with it. He doesn’t throw my fits back at me. Instead, he just entertains me and gives me what I need and want. There are times he just keeps out of my way, when he sure got the message that I don’t want him around. Yes, that’s sweet. But sometimes, it pisses me off more when he doesn’t bicker with me when I pick on him! 

This makes me wonder, is the torture he gets for the whole five days or so worth it more than the option of having this disconcerting pain for a day in a month? Whatever his answer is, I wouldn’t want to know. It might just give me more reason to have this episode of fits with him. 

This is definitely an off day. I don’t have anybody to pick on and rant to, and that as well irritates me more and more that I want to hurt someone. I’m so hungry and i can’t go near food without nauseating!

And the day isn’t even over yet! Argh!