Caim by T. S. Simons

Author:T. S. Simons [Devi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ouroborus Book Services

Medical staff visited several times each day, checking our temperature, lifting our gowns and subjecting us to indignities that no woman should face.

'It is like a daily pap smear, isn't it?' I said to Illy one morning as she endured her physical exam and single injection, and I was injected with my morning cocktail. Rarely did the staff speak to us, treat us like we were people. Usually, we distracted each other by making pointed, rude remarks about the medical team. Sometimes they reacted. More often they ignored us.

'We really are pieces of meat,' I sighed as they checked me over. 'But I feel like cheap sausages instead of prime steak. I wonder if they treated my sister like this? Daily examinations to see if she was fertile.'

'Yes, so humanising, isn't it? Makes you realise how far we have come as a species when we treat each other like this.'

'Well, I don't know about you, but I am quite enjoying having someone wipe my arse for me.'

Illy sniggered. 'It is the ultimate in decadence, isn't it? Though, if they are to market this place as a luxury resort, they need to work on the phrase, "It is time to move your bowels." Surely we can come up with something a little more glamourous.'

'What, like, "It is time to shit ladies? Would you please oblige?'

We both laughed hysterically, making the nurse charged with the task flush with embarrassment.

'At least we can drop one on command now,' I shot over to her when I could regain control of my laughter. 'We have evolved as a species.'

'Well, if we have evolved, can they give me a pedicure?' Illy strained her neck to study her feet. 'My nails are horribly neglected.'

'Well, I need a leg wax. They feel like a forest!'

Illy laughed. 'You'd never survive in the Army!'

'Likely not,' I confessed. 'Why, were all the women hairy-legged?'

'Of course not! It was like any other workplace. Unless we were on exercises. Then showers and razors were a luxury. But it wasn't about that. It was about team building, camaraderie, solving problems collectively. God, I miss it.'

'Do you have a solution to our current problem?' I asked hopefully.

'Working on it, my friend. Working on it.'

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