Baba?
Yes babe?
*whimpering* I'm having crying spells.
Oo nga. Iyak ka ng iyak kagabi.
I know... Sobrang annoyed lang ako.
With me?
With everything and everyone.
Aww... That's okay babe. I understand. Do you want some ice cream?
*laughing* Do you think ice cream will make me feel better?!?!
Babe, ice cream ALWAYS makes everything better =)


The above conversation stemmed from my unpleasant bouts of PMSing for the past 4 days. Advil, Tylenol and Midol not only failed to deliver pain relief, they also made me throw up. I have never had dysmenorrhea this bad. While I did not think that I was dying this time, I had thoughts of cysts or a malfunctioning uterus residing inside my reproductives. But no matter how badly I wanted to consult an OB, my student health plan did not cover such costs. I called Arjay in the middle of the night wailing, "My health plan does not cover visits to the OB!" He groaned and said, "That's okay babe. I'll take care of it." And I practically screamed at him, "No, it's not okay!", in a manner so reminiscent of Christina Ricci's character in Now and Then when she vehemently cries to her 3 friends. And then I realized that I just spilled those words for drama. 10 shameful seconds later, we hung up and I cried like a baby into the wee hours of the morning.

Come Wednesday morning, I still felt like crap. Hence, I decided to pay the walk-in-clinic a visit, so I could at least say that I made an effort to make myself feel better. However, I just came out of the clinic feeling sorry that I even came in the first place, since the doctor told me nothing I did not know already. I told her that I was concerned and that I wanted a referral to see an OB, or to at least get a prescription for a more potent drug, and she just said that there was no need for that. In her words verbatim, "Stop taking Midol. Sometimes the stomach gets upset if you put too much drug in it. Just wait until you get your period. The pain will go away. If it does not, take an Advil." And that was after I had explained that Advil, and the other painkillers make me throw up and that I had been taking them as instructed, every four hours. So basically, she just advised to me to suffer and bear the pain until I get my period. Boy I wanted to smack her in the head. My level of irritability had reached its peak at that point. I was also pretty upset that I had to miss school and work because of PMS.

That's why I was so happy when Arjay came to visit. One cup of vanilla ice cream later, my mood has definitely improved. Sugar is definitely my drug. Thank you baba dear =)