I'm very much male, and rather stupid, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm assuming that it's just that time of month. Please tell me I'm right! I so love it when I'm right and prove that guys aren't stupid. It's be a shame if I'm wrong and we actually are.
No, you're right. I didn't mean you wouldn't understand that, I meant you as a gender wouldn't get the sheer levels of pain we're talking about here...
Well, I had some pretty nasty digestive problems when I was a child. They weren't exactly comfortable. *looks hopeful* And I've walked into things that hurt quite a lot before. And I had an electric shock once.
*blinks* I wanna know how much it hurts!!! *cries* Otherwise people'll always think I'm a pussy 'cos I'm a guy! *gets meat grinder*
Matt, put the meat grinder down.
Digestive problems? That's roughly the right physical area... Girls, I think we might have found the one man in all the world who actually does know how it feels!
And nobody thinks you're a pussy, Matthew. Well, no other guy would, anyway.
|Date:||October 8th, 2002 - 11:54 am|| |
Girls, I think we might have found the one man in all the world who actually does know how it feels!
Chalk up another one. The female members of my family all have perfectly dreadful dysmenorrhea, and we're well used to having the pain described in graphic terms. Having a spastic colon when I was younger, and the cramps I get from my morphine, also (I think) help me relate.
You poor, poor dear love...
I feel for you. Really. Mine are fucking terrible, usually five days really heavy and three lighter, and GOD, the pain! I just want to curl up and die when they appear.
Take scant comfort in the knowledge that we women are infinitely tougher than men, who will never know true pain until their wombs have been ripped apart, chewed up, and spat out.
I can't find any Nurofen. Why are there never any painkillers available when you need them?
Oh you poor dear. Mine just hit randomly throughout the month, usually whenever they are least appreciated. I've actually had to come home from school because of them before. I called up my dad in the middle of Chemistry one day and moaned, 'I need to come home. Call the office and make them let me go.' Luckily, he figured out what was going on and got me out without asking lots of questions that I didn't want to answer.