Chapter 1172: (?·??·?) ?︻デ? One battle mission: red...

"It's not enough to talk about life without going through the pain late at night."
As a senior dysmenorrhea patient, I have also had chocolate ice cream soda desserts that can be eaten cold, sour and spicy for 30 days every month. I can’t bear to run around on trees and over the walls to fight with people without delay. Looking back on the great years, I have always believed that in the beginning, men and women had the same combat effectiveness. Until one day, women began to bleed regularly. As the amount of bleeding increased year by year, women's combat effectiveness became smaller and smaller until they became negative.
Before I was in high school, I was a vigorous young man who was alive and kicking in the crowd. He was full of blood every day. Until one day at the beginning of high school, severe pain struck without warning, and I physically endured the past. Her skin and flesh were covered with pain, and the sky was dim and the sun was dark. From then on, regularly or irregularly, one can often see God's gentle smile in the painful dizziness. The brain is blurry and crumbling, but the pain in the lower abdomen does not want to live and pulls the psychedelic spirit back to reality. In the bathroom, on the bed, these small spaces, there is a smell of sweetness and sweat, and my body is primitive and animalistic. The breath irritates the nasal cavity. Countless times I feel that the separation of spirit and body is like this.
The hardest thing to endure was the late night of the third watch, when everyone around me fell asleep, leaving me alone and helplessly facing the pain. I am confused as if I am not asleep, but my body is extremely awake. The intense consumption of my lower abdomen makes me hungry. The cramps that seem to be twisted into a twist spread to my intestines and stomach, and I don't want to eat at all. The pain was unbearable, and I wanted to swear fiercely at this world, but I could only turn over and press the twisted abdomen under him, clutching the cold bed rail and struggling fiercely.
I humbly thought that menstruation, an annoying thing that is afraid of it coming and not coming, is simply a bug left by God on women. Women spend most of their lives playing the game of finding patches with them. .
The first and most intuitive impression of dysmenorrhea came from a tablemate in high school. Her pain was by my side on the first day of a special period every month, so that she felt cruel, thin and petite even looking at her. She would use her weak hands to desperately tear the books or papers on the table because of the intolerable pain. The paper deformed and cracked little by little under her thin and bulging hands. Sometimes it will be accompanied by struggling kicks with legs, as if condemning this unfair world. The term period is just right to describe her, every time she can't do anything, it's just pain, only pain is left.
I think if you need to redeem your vacation with such a heartbreaking pain, few people will be willing.
At that time, although I would be dying to struggle for a few days every month, I didn't feel the pain to her level. I still have the strength to spit out in the space or chat with people every time my aunt visits, and I can scream out in the dormitory and yell "If there is another life for me I would rather be a pig than a woman" Yunyun.
It’s also because I’ve been unruly in a certain period of time, and the male friends around me have more or less popularized some female physiology knowledge by me, and some male iron buddies will start to give them when I call my father, mother, and aunt. I sent warm condolences like the warmth of the party, asking me not to touch the cold and spicy water and drink some brown sugar water to keep warm. I believe that when those buddies become other people’s boyfriends and husbands in the future, they must be extremely comfortable at all times to deal with the woman’s physiological problems. .
After entering university, my aunt became more enthusiastic about me. Every time I met those few days, I could only cry tears and roll over on the bed, not to mention going to class, and I didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed to eat, I could only lie straight on the bed and walk in and out of my roommates. At the time, we weakly straightened up and shouted: Close the door.
In the freshman year, dysmenorrhea is always on Thursday. It happens that Thursday afternoon is three modern Chinese classes that ordinary people can’t understand and non-ordinary people can’t understand. After several times because of dysmenorrhea, I sat in the classroom again and found that I listened completely. I don't understand what the teacher is talking about.
The pain caused by dysmenorrhea is not just the restlessness of sitting and lying all day, no strength to get up, and no strength to go up and downstairs. When climbing stairs, you can only climb up with the handrails, and everyone walks through the dormitory like a ghost. When the aunt was there, the auntie in charge would greet sympathetically: dysmenorrhea.
The pain of dysmenorrhea is that the energy consumed by dysmenorrhea is huge, and at this time, there is no appetite and no strength to eat anything. After thousands of delicacies pass through my mind, I barely drink the little rice porridge below. After two mouthfuls, he waved his hands again. Lying unkempt and unkempt, feeling the smell of germs all over the bed, not mentioning that I didn’t have the strength to get up to clean up. In the first few days when my aunt came to avoid catching a cold, I didn’t dare to wash my hair. I didn't dare to touch the cold water in the bath, so I had to cover my messy hair and try my best to avoid going out to see people.
After being with her boyfriend, the situation has not improved in any way. Some people say that after having a boyfriend, the girl's body and mind will become happy and the blood flow will be smooth. The aunt will converge. In fact, the boyfriend is the same as all the so-called dysmenorrhea treasures with "that painless month and easy", you drink it All of the motherwort dysmenorrhea treasures and so on can only be used as a life-saving straw that is struggling to grasp in the depths of the heart when the pain is so ethereal. After you have a boyfriend, you can only give him light when the pain is so severe A soft expression of "tears" appeared, and he could only give you a few "hugs" and watched the chat make a panacea.
Of course, the advantage of a boyfriend is that when you are so painful that you can't bear it, give him a call with a nose and tears, and he will put down everything on hand and rush over to the doctor who accompanies you to the infirmary in a half embrace. , Took a few innocuous painkillers. Maybe he will buy you a cup of white rice porridge, watch you drink it, rub your belly for you, and then fall asleep accidentally.
The more painful, the more medicine I take. There are not many other doctors in the family. Whether it's my father's treatment or the aunt's prescription, I have swallowed a lot of bitter and astringent medicine. Occasionally, it will get better. Suddenly, it can be alive and kicking like a man, but it often gets back in the next month. At this time, I had no choice but to sigh, and I will pay it back sooner or later.
The most memorable time of dysmenorrhea was on the train. The train was swaying in the middle of the night. I crawled from one end to the other, grabbed the sheets on the bunk and tore, sweating little by little, accompanied by clinical snoring. Early morning. Slowly I discovered that the best way to relieve pain is to use my whole body to distract attention~EbookFREE.me~ I started to learn to bite myself severely when it hurts in bed, can’t cry, can’t cry, can’t make trouble The two distinct rows of teeth on the wrist turned into red dots—until one day someone replaced my wrist with his wrist. So I looked at him gratefully and bit down mercilessly.
In "Norwegian Forest", Midori said to Watanabe understandingly,
"My thing was pretty good as soon as it came, and I didn't want to do anything for the first two or three days. Don't see me at that time."
"It's okay if you don't see it, but how can you know?"
"I will wear a red hat for two or three days as soon as my menstruation comes. Can you know this time?" Luzi smiled, "As soon as I put on the red hat, don't say hello when you meet on the side of the road. Run for your life."
"Women in the world simply do this."
Sometimes I feel unspoken sulking, sensitive, suspicious, and irritable, and do some absurd and willful things based on my emotions, but unfortunately I couldn't put on a red hat to explain. How good it would be for women in the world to simply do this. I think all boys should like the kind of girls in the sanitary napkin commercials. They are youthful and energetic. They never seem to have dysmenorrhea. They can laugh so brightly when they come to the aunt, and they can run and ride a bicycle.
It's not a girl like me, who hurts the spring and sad autumn, is weak, sick, sensitive and suspicious.
The heroic complex of becoming a superwoman or superwoman is gone for a long time. Today’s ideal is to maintain the state I like and to regulate my body and emotions. Perhaps this can be regarded as a period of my tortuous and rich life experience, those in the middle of the night. Pain, struggle, hesitation, self-pity, and strong, dysmenorrhea years.
"Dysmenorrhea abuses me thousands of times. I treat dysmenorrhea like first love."