Hello again. A beautiful young woman once asked me an inoffensive and rather interesting question that I can still remember up to this very present moment. She wanted to know whether I wore special lingerie or if I had any tricks to keep that someone special around for the long haul. To be honest, my policy when it comes to dressing up is always to make myself happy. I enjoy trying out different outfits and hairstyles. Pleasing a man is at best tertiary, even unimportant to me. It's a waste of time to fawn over men.
The funny part is that I got asked out a lot more when I was in martial arts uniform and received the Dean's Award. Men around me had an inkling a dress was only worth one-tenth the price of a martial arts uniform made out of good quality material. Probably, the practicality in them prefer women with the ability to change a light bulb or car tires over a princess. Unsure whether it's considered fortunate or the opposite. Again, highly dependent on the individual, methinks.
Words that will never slip out of my mouth are, "I have nothing to wear!" There are too many cheeky fellows around me who will immediately reply as such, "You look even better naked!" That will ensure some eye-rolling from me as I think it's the biggest lie men tell women. They say that as they assume all women are big spenders. Some people do get bored easily so nudity is obviously not a simple cure-all solution.
Enough of nonsense writing already. I will delve into a quite embarrassing story. It had to do with an STD false alarm. I hope that my story will serve as a precautionary tale if a similar situation happens to you. When I was a young naive girl, I was often prescribed NSAIDs for menstrual cramps. Back in those days, general practitioners were reluctant to teach sustainable but effective methods such as abdominal exercises to strengthen the core, reusable organic cotton menstrual pads, or drinking warm brown sugar ginger tea.
Long-term usage of NSAIDs causes sensitivity to my gastrointestinal tract as my stomach secretes more acid than usual. The formation of stomach gas got uncontrollable when I stupidly drank carbonated soda on an empty stomach one fine day. The pain was so unbearable that I almost fainted so my colleagues had to send me to a clinic ASAP. When the general practitioner could not diagnose my problem and subjected me to a urine test in order to rule out UTI, my colleagues gave me a weird look. It's like their mind was thinking, "Someone's been naughty." Being in pain yet the need to deal with unnecessary shame is super unpleasant for anyone.
It took me some time to figure out that NSAIDs must be taken along with PPI in my case. So, if a similar situation happens to you which I never wish upon anyone, it could be a less embarrassing and a handy consideration. By the way, UTI is not STD though often wrongfully associated with promiscuity.
Thank you for reading!
Cheers,
Wheat
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