I find that this is the first thing that comes to a woman's mind when she thinks of ways to describe the male species. I proved it to myself!

As an assignment in a Personal Development class, the women were asked to write six things that could sufficely sum up men. Popular amongst the responses were :
"Men are liars"
"Men are cheaters"
"Men are egotistic"
"Men are only sperm donors" etc. etc. etc.
I must admit though that the description that crept up its ugly head most often was the infamous "Men Are Dogs". I sometimes bellow the same sentiment but what do we really mean when we say this?

I suppose we could say a few things:

1. Men will have sex with any woman as long as she has a @$%%&
2. Men don't usually get emotionally attached hence will give up a relationship on a whim.

The general consensus could be that men exude negative characters that make them no better than a beast. My question therefore becomes, given what I broke it down to mean, aren't those characteristics are also indicative of a female prostitute?

All in all I guarantee that this expression won't be going anywhere for a while. As long as women continue to get hurt and have no other way of dealing with their emotions then men will always be dogs.

Two months had passed and I had not seen my monthly. Pregnant? How? Maybe! I just don't know. But then the pains began. Three weeks of excruciating pains concentrated to my left side in the region of where I suppose my ovary is. I researched all the possibilities. Ectopic pregnancy, tumor, fibroids, cysts, some kind of mass. I read it all. My last resort funny enough was just to make up my mind and visit the gynae (I hate doctors).

Let me stray a little.

Believe it or not he gave me my first pap smear. I always had a fear of having the procedure done because of all the horror stories I had heard in the past but with this doc there was no escaping it. Not to mention I have to be on top of my game now since my mother's autopsy report revealed cervical cancer.

"Keep your knees up and spread your legs!" The last part sounded good but not in this setting. I asked to see the scalpel an he showed me.
"But that is too big!"
"Not much bigger than you know what!"
I snickered a little and then I asked if it would be hot.
"Well," he said, "I have never done one before."

Hardy har har I thought to myself as he inserted. It wasn't painful at all but then again maybe my cavity was just ...........

So anyway, back to the concerns.

He explained that my uterus seemed a little enlarged from what he felt and as such he would be sending me to do an ultrasound to determine what exactly was going on inside my little reproductive centre. But then he said it could be hormonal and subsequently wrote up a request for a blood test also. Need I say that he did not miss the opportunity to tell me in no uncertain terms that I was too fat. But I feel fine and that's all that matters. LOL!

Turns out that I have none of the things I was researching at great length. I am producing eggs but I am not producing enough of that hormone to release them into my ovaries. As such the wall of my uterus grows thick in anticipation of an egg that does not come and consequently it does not shed its lining so I have no monthly. The lining proceeds to thicken to the extent that it causes me terrible abdominal pains.

Diagnosis: Anovulation
Prescription: Birth Control Pills.

So 2008 came in with a bang. Bang because @ 12:00 I was on my way home from work and at the appointed hour the bus drop inna pothole! I came home, took my clothes off and went to bed but will it really be a Happy New Year?

A day and a half into the year I realize that my brother is packing up! He had expressed interest to leave home but I didn't realize it would be so soon. The truth is we don't really get along. We just exist as two individuals in a home and more often than not we are not a united front. In addition to that he doesn't get along with my father. Who does really? The man is annoying as hell! And he has pushed him to that limit!

Initially I was kinda excited at the thought of him not being here because I love a little space but when I saw "the move" materializing I shed a small tear privately. I feel like my mother left him in my hands, him being the younger one but I can't manage to "raise" him. To me he is irresponsible and still thinks like a child at the age of 22. Although she had 4 children, we were the 2 that grew up together and it will almost be like losing a piece of me. I fear that when he leaves he won't maintain contact.

I wish him all the best for the new year and those to come and I hope he doesn't meet any unbearable struggles. I have never been on my own before but it doesn't take much to see that it is not an easy road and I hope he leaves with that thought in mind.