The Girl in the Dirty Shirt

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

This is another post about a dysmenorrhea attack, but I don’t think this is like any of my other entries where I just whine about my ripped uteral lining.

I got my period in the middle of PolSci class this morning and started getting the usual bad cramps a little bit after that. Used to this type of very mean pain, I met up with Javie for lunch at the Cervini Cafeteria. Kael was there, and after hanging out with him for a while, Javs and I finally sat down for a meal. Which lasted three bites.

Got really nauseous and broke into a cold sweat. Couldn’t even walk properly to the comfort room since my legs were giving away from the pain and my vision was getting all spotty. Told Javie that I really needed to get home, and even the walk to his car was a nightmare. It was on the drive to Pasig that the pain got really ridiculous and I started falling in and out of consciousness. I think Javie was talking to me all throughout, and the one sentence of his that I remember is “I’m so glad I have a dick” or something like that. All I could say was the word “hospital,” and the next thing I knew, we had driven up to Medical City’s emergency room and I was being lifted onto a gurney. When I came to for the bajillionth time, I had been lifted onto another gurney and wheeled next to a wall. Was given pills, had my blood taken from me a few times (that medtech was rough, gademmet) and answered a few intrusive, hospital-like questions. Javie had a kick out of the whole deal, obviously. He is a good and sadistic friend.

I’m home and fine now. But yeah, sometimes, most especially when my uterus starts acting up (and boy, did it today), I reallyreallyreallyreally wish I had a dick, too.

posted by marguerite @ 6:02 PM