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At that point I think you'd just have to escape through the bathroom window and never come back to work. Or kill them; there's no other way to recover.
>be me
>go out to Kanata for an appointment
>feeling pretty fine although mildly out of it
>most I really had was a Schweppes mojito along with some stuff I got at the store for lunch
>finally make it to the clinic after walking for almost seven whole minutes
>"damn i need to piss"
>go to the bathroom
>see a fat "woman" with colored hair in the same vicinity as me (i'm convinced that they were some kind of genderspecial)
>piss.mp3
>wipe
>ohgodnotnow.jpeg
>blood on the toilet paper
>thankfully not at maximum capacity but still
>feel relieved as I remembered to bring pads with me in my purse
The eternal dread of not having any sort of period protection during the red floodis consistent for every woman.
I grew up in a Tylenol-only household and it never did anything for my cramps. I just thought that was life, until I spent summer vacation with my aunt and she gave me Advil for the first time. It was like heaven opened up and I heard the angels singing. Still doesn't make the cramps go away, but feeling a noticeable difference was magical.
I finally caught weird flu mom was having all month (idk what is it, but it was not air-transferable, I got it from her salad) as my period was starting (I always get feet ache/all-digit numbness from PMS to roughly 2 days before period ends), and woke up to my legs briefly Not Fucking Working.
Incredible.
They were ok after I stumbled up and forced myself to walk, but I almost fell and was afraid to lay down for next 2 days.