Sometimes It's Hard To Be A Womannnn....
No, don't be stupid, I'm not going to burst into a karaoke-lite version of "Stand By Your Man", I've got a reputation to uphold! Anyway. It's that time of the month for me, you know, when women tend to feel all PMS-y and bleed like a stuck pig on an IV bag worth of blood thinning chemicals. At least I seem to, lately. Not only that, I feel like I'm being punched in the guts for what seems to be 1 week out of every month, if not longer. I'm talking dull but persistent ache transforming into agonising pain. For every hour of every single day that Aunt Flo comes to visit. Aspirin helps, but alas, aspirin also thins the blood. DOUBLE EDGE FUCKING SWORD RIGHT THERE. (See, I take the soluble stuff. Not because I have an aversion to popping pills, but because it seems to work faster. And believe me, the last thing I want when I have a fucking hangover is to wait ages for aspirin to kick in.) Yes, I realise I should most likely seek professional help, but I HATE doctors. They always ask me unrelated questions to my consult. YES I know I need to lose some weight, but MUST you harp on it every fucking time I come to see you??
Anyway, I got hit bad with it the other night, the crimson tide seemed to be unrelenting. Suffice it to say, the next day I was in the line at Coles purchasing a 2-pack of tampons (BLAST that they no longer carry the 4 packs... bastards!) and a pack of Nurofen Period Pain. Which I was stunned to find out was going to cost me $5.99 for 12 tablets. SIX FUCKING DOLLARS! Say it with me..... "GREEDY BASTARDS!"
Not in the mood to argue, I coughed up the $6 plus whatever it was for the tampons, and then dragged my miserable ass home. (Actually, I caught a cab, but that's besides the point. That reminds me, I must rant about cab drivers. Stay tuned!)
That is not where this story ends. While all seemed to be calming itself in the downstairs plumbing department, today it once again decided to rear it's vermillion head, and then I felt that punch-to-the-guts feeling again, so I thought.... Ok, time for some Nurofen. Taking 2 of these precious tablets out, I was surprised to find the monogram "NMP" on the tablets.
GREEDY FUCKING BASTARDS. Nurofen Period Pain appears to simply be Nurofem MIGRAINE Pain re-packaged with some sickeningly feminine purple ink on the box. Should have noticed while reading the ingredients. And I bet you, the migraine ones are bloody cheaper, too.
Hmph. Screw that. Next time I'll suck it up and make an appointment at the butcher/doctor's and get the shot thing.
Anyway, I got hit bad with it the other night, the crimson tide seemed to be unrelenting. Suffice it to say, the next day I was in the line at Coles purchasing a 2-pack of tampons (BLAST that they no longer carry the 4 packs... bastards!) and a pack of Nurofen Period Pain. Which I was stunned to find out was going to cost me $5.99 for 12 tablets. SIX FUCKING DOLLARS! Say it with me..... "GREEDY BASTARDS!"
Not in the mood to argue, I coughed up the $6 plus whatever it was for the tampons, and then dragged my miserable ass home. (Actually, I caught a cab, but that's besides the point. That reminds me, I must rant about cab drivers. Stay tuned!)
That is not where this story ends. While all seemed to be calming itself in the downstairs plumbing department, today it once again decided to rear it's vermillion head, and then I felt that punch-to-the-guts feeling again, so I thought.... Ok, time for some Nurofen. Taking 2 of these precious tablets out, I was surprised to find the monogram "NMP" on the tablets.
GREEDY FUCKING BASTARDS. Nurofen Period Pain appears to simply be Nurofem MIGRAINE Pain re-packaged with some sickeningly feminine purple ink on the box. Should have noticed while reading the ingredients. And I bet you, the migraine ones are bloody cheaper, too.
Hmph. Screw that. Next time I'll suck it up and make an appointment at the butcher/doctor's and get the shot thing.
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