I am PMSsy.

What can be worse than that, you ask?

I am sick.

But it’s alright, right? It would be, if I am not having the mother of all sore throats. And couple with that, the sort of watery runny nose that doesn’t leave you time to grab a piece of tissue to blow your nose before it trickles down.

And it isn’t a bad runny nose. But bad enough for you to breathe a little more difficult when sleeping, so that you can’t really sleep.

Bad enough that when you finally can stomach down some food, you can’t taste any of it.

And then, you sneeze.

It sounds like what the little one has, except that after kissing her and hugging her to sleep on Monday night, I have inherited all the symptoms.

And then. I played mahjong last night. It didn’t end very late, but it was already brewing. Bad enough for me to skip dinner.

Me. Skipping dinner. Unheard of! (well, at least unheard of since I started having regular work days)

Then, some inconsiderate prick(A GEMINI THIS TIME!) pissed me off. And the inconsiderate prick think it is money issues. Men ah, can be so stupid it is so hilarious. And the Mcdelivery boy who rung my bell TWICE when I asked him to hold on(I already opened the door for him and he impatiently gave me attitude when I asked him to hang on cos I was short of money, so when I was searching for cash - due to the incompetency of other inconsiderate men who had no sense of timing too - yet he kept pressing the bell to press me when I was trying to make up the sum). First, when order, inform lah. Second, after ordering, know what is SPEED UP and be AUTOMATIC a bit when you know people are waiting. Men ah, I tell you, they annoy you not only bit by bit, but waves after waves.

So anyway. Telling everyone that you are heading home to play mahjong is not a wise move. Especially one that you could potentially fall sick the next day.

So conveniently, it was a series of explanation to do cos… they knew I was playing mahjong last night.

I also know very suspicious, but I got so stupid or not?

But I am truly, honestly, ill.

I couldn’t sleep cos it just got more uncomfortable for me, and it was 5 when I finally doze off, ever so slightly.

Then I couldn’t breathe, and the ache got so bad I woke up to get some iced water to soothe it.

I woke up at 10am today. If it was a sleeping in day, I will make sure I slept for at least 12 hours to make it worthwhile. So what is bad? Want to sleep but cannot!!

I picked up calls all the way till 11 plus before my handphone battery died on me.

When I tried to tell someone (INCONSIDERATE SCORPIO!) that I am on sick leave and I will arrange for his collection the next day, he still kept calling and asked if I would want to head out.

Do I look/sound like I am well enough to head out?!

Yes, of course, to the doc’s, and perhaps some grocery shopping(oh yes, nappies for Minibean), and also, the real reason of why I am so frustrated!

I went to buy her stuff and I saw the whole shelf of PMS food I am craving for!

But, of course, the pain in my throat is so painful(I can only remember one other episode of sore throat that is more painful that this, but this one is much more annoying. I will add on why later) that I don’t fucking dare lah.

So, I was so angry that I swept those bags of chips and comfort food into my basket, without the intention to touch them(?????!!!!!).

Then I bought food I can eat. Campbell soup. Mushroom with corn, mushroom with chicken, mushroom.

Angry I tell you!

Then I saw the new pack of Strepsils, which comes with Pain Relief, I happily wiped them off the shelves.

I think I am going to OD on lozenges soon.

ROAR!

I went for lunch, finally. But my throat feels like the entire rim of it is on fire. Doc said it is very red. I was telling him this is my 5th episode of throat infection in 6 months, and if it was anything serious. He looked at me as if I was a psychotic, paranoid, freak.

I went for something easier to stomach, and I adventurously ordered rice(PMS! Bo bian!), wondering how am I going to keep the food down cos I couldn’t even dare to swallow my own saliva.

Pain leh!

It is the kind of sore throat that you will salivate throughout the day kind cos you don’t dare swallow your food.

Every throat infection I had, most are those I could still talk, or once, I had one that completely took away my voice.

For the very first time, it is painful until I don’t want to talk.

I DON’T WANT TO TALK LEH! HOW RARE!

So to make up for it, I type very angstily.

And it is so swollen that it feels like I have a finger perpetually stuck down my throat, and you can imagine that I feel like puking my food out every few minutes.

But because I am really, really hungry(I tend to eat a lot during PMSsy days), I refused to let that happen.

Yet, my runny nose made everything bland, tasteless! Argh!!!

So when I was feeding myself. I thought of how painful it was, and how bland it was, I nearly burst out crying.

I held back the urge, cos I so know I would really break down and cry at that instance.

So I didn’t.

And now, after the visit to the clinic, I am back home safely, and munching on my pain-relieving strepsil.

Bluff people one.

I think I need my runny nose med.

Very, very, sulky.

For that was it for me to brew contempt.

And then, I realised, and I believe, I will never look back.