In the last few years, since I started holding permanent jobs mostly, I’ve fallen sick numerous times and mostly always towards the end of the week. I would get cramps, and menstrual unease, eventually descending into the blood bath of periods — all of it almost always on Thursdays that would gently eat away into Fridays and seep into my indoor weekends.

As much I love relaxing and having nothing to do (even on weekdays), falling sick on weekends has the most debilitating effect on my mindspace. With covid, and eventually, the thriving 30s gathering moss, I started getting periods that would be followed by fevers, cold, and a weakening body ache. All of this during the week while I work was to me absolutely splendid because, with work and other things going on, my restless mind wouldn’t find the space to crib about anything external (as much as the period pain is physical, I’ve always thought of it as an external something).