The mid of March was something which I dreaded, in particular to the period of 19th-21st. My horrifying nightmare came back again! Yes, it was none other than menses or period whichever you would like to call it. As usual, I took my ponstan (a super strong painkiller prescribed by my gynae which is pretty bad for gastric if you take it in the long run), still I couldn’t avoid the killer cramps. They engulfed and took over me, my tolerance for pain and I was practically weeping in tears and shrieking in pain. Every period of pain came like a pulse, or perhaps a current of wave, smashing into my lower abdomen as if it was never ending.
At that period, all I wanted for was someone to helped me, but nobody did. I starved the entire day, because I was struggling in pain that I was in terrible cold and sweat, with lips pale than a sheet of A4 blank paper. Not even a tinge of energy was left in my body to be able to head out and take-away food. Then, the moment of realization hits me, it hits me hard, so much that it slap me some senses.
I realize how much my parents were so heartless that they didn’t even care about my existence. I was in pain and I had no choice but to text them to ask them if they could help me purchase a pack of noodles. They ignored my message. I waited for hours, there was no food. Although the words written “TAKE AFTER FOOD” in bold on the package of the ponstan pills, I had no choice but to take it with an empty stomach. I was too weak to get food. My next options were actually friends and I texted everyone, none replied, either that they claimed they were busy. Busy on a sunday. RIGHT! When I needed a tiny weeny help.
Later around midnight, I struggled out of the house to get food for my tummy was protesting way too badly. Guess what, my world was practically spinning and I couldn’t cross the road for the lights were spinning. I was nearly knock down by the car. NEARLY. It came to a large screeching haul with a loud honk at me. I was given one of the worst shock in my entire life.