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Days of the week undies

I used to have them, you know.

"days of the week" underwear. They each came in a different colour and on the front in curly, girly font, was printed the day of the week.

It made me feel more organised somehow wearing them.

On a rebellious whim one day, I decided to deliberately wear the wrong day of the week.

Ha!

I strutted off to work thinking I could rule the world.

That evening though, just after dinner, I experienced a really painful 'band' around my waist. My pelvis hurt terribly and I found that if I pressed down to the side of my lower stomach, the pain seemed more manageable.

After throwing up and feeling my temperature rise, I finally gave in and took myself to hospital.

"We'll need to examine you" The Doctor said, and with that, asked me to pull up my shirt and lower my jeans.

The pain took over any embarrassment/modesty and I dutifully pulled my jeans down a little lower.

The Doctor turned to the nearest Nurse.

"I thought it was Tuesday today" he said, frowning.

Oh shoot.

Turns out, I had appendicitus (sp?) and was operated on that very night. I had to change my rebellious underwear for these white, starchy, horrid 'hospital undies' before the operation, though.

I recovered really well from it and enjoyed a few days of rest in a nice private Hospital.

I always made sure to wear the right day undies after that :)

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