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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

The blessings of being a woman

Sometimes, being a woman is so not worth it. Like last night, when I was up until 3 a.m. writhing in pain from, you guessed it, my “time of the month.” I finally got to sleep after the heating pad had been on so long my stomach was permanently red and then, 30 minutes later, I woke up to Gus (the dog) retching on the bed. When he does this, he’s about to puke. Great.

So, I threw off the heating pad, threw Gus off the bed and ran to get a paper towel to catch the vomit. After he got it all out of his system, I gave him his anti-nausea medicine and took him back to bed with me. Being the woman that I am, my mothering instincts took over and so I let him snuggle in between my shoulder and my head. He rested his head on my neck, and I pet him and made sure he was okay until, uh, maybe 5 a.m. With every move he made, I was also afraid he was going to throw up again all over me, so I hardly slept a wink. And then, poof, it was time to go into work, which wasn’t going to be happening for me. So, I slept in until 7:30 and took half the day off.

I called my boss to tell him I had been sick all night and when he asked, “with what?” I said my stomach had been upset. He seemed to care on the phone, told me to get some rest and to come in later if I felt up to it. But, when I did come in later, my co-worker told me that the boss had rolled his eyes at her when he told her I was out with a “stomach ache.” She knew why I was gone and told him she wasn’t surprised and that I hadn’t been feeling well the afternoon before. But really, should I have told him that I had major cramps that felt like a fist was in my stomach, twisting my organs, squeezing the life out of them, or should I have kept it simple like I did. I mean, how much information is too much information. Plus, they are my paid days off.

I also don’t like having to wear makeup and fix my hair and having to be tan and dressed in matching outfits with pretty shoes. But, I do admit that sometimes, I like matching my jewelry and finding just the right shade of toenail polish.


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