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It is my busy day for classes. I:

A) wake up bright and early, feeling chipper;
B) flail out of bed at the alarm;
C) wake up when my suddenly appearing sore throat becomes too painful to sleep through.

Go on. Guess.

Fscking instant headcolds. Can't think. Need sleep. Fuck class. Wrrrgh.

Gender & Sexuality Seminar for the LULZ

Healing cock: tired old PWP device, or staple of archaic gynecology?

(Hint: the answer is, "Yes.")

Of course, "Your womb is moving around! Go find a man to bonk you until you get pregnant!" is actually in many ways a step up from, "Stick garlic/oil of bitter almond/myrrh/anything else vaguely medical and/or expensive up places garlic was really never meant to be stuck". I mean, at least it's cheaper. And less likely to involve sticking a deadly poison into your vagina. Yeah, that'll cure your breathing problems, alright! It'll also cure your breathing.

Since the headcold hasn't gone away, I count myself lucky to be living now rather than then.

(Readings also give rise to other interesting questions, such as, "Was there really sufficient case history of 'pubescent virgin has visions and goes suicidally crazy' to warrant an entry on its cure?" [The cure, of course, was Healing Cock.])

Makes Galen look insanely advanced, since he was willing to propound that maybe a woman was moping because she was in love with a dancer, rather than because her UTERUS WAS WANDERING AROUND. Of course, that was after the first human dissection, which helps.

Also, women are spongy and cold, like wet wool. The more you know...