Was having a pretty good dream and a short, sharp pain came out from nowhere. Before I knew it, I found myself sprawling on the dining table, immersed in a pain so bad, my vision went black and I could only see the faint outlines of my grandmother, the maid and a Mickey Mouse cup.
Intense. Immense. Intolerable.
Yes, I almost fainted from the pain. Turns out my body’s very late for this coming period cycle and that was just a little warning sign to inform me to wear a pad to work today.
Little is my foot. Not the pain inside my womb.
Ended up on the other end of the apartment, on my dad’s bed with a huge comforter over my lower body and cold sweat. Wriggling in my own bouts of screams and tears, Grandmother came over to provide some warmth to my icy cold feet. Her hands felt so warm, without it I think my feet would have dropped off due to lack of blood supply and 30 degree celcius frost bite.
Thank goodness I have my maid bring warm towels.
But the pain. Argh the pain. The most excrutiating one I’ve ever had. The last one happened 5 years ago, just was I was preparing to go to school. And I know this one is the worst because it felt like diarrhea AND cramps were happening at the same time. Took an entire half hour to qwell the pain that is my womb.
Ittai.
Slowly drifted off into a deep sleep from all the exhaustion. No fan, no ventilation, but not cold either. Thank goodness.
So glad to be alive.
