Here's a little tale to brighten your day. Well, make it colorful at the very least.
Once upon a time, long long ago...well, back before the m/c, I was having really heavy periods on day 2/the night of day 1. Had to get up in the middle of the night and empty out Diva, occasionally with small amts of overflow. Since then, they have been really light. Then during the past few months thing started creeping back toward normal, till last month when I actually filled the
again, but didn't overflow
I was wondering if it was a result of the lap, heavy period post surgery, etc. Then yesterday was day 1 of my second post surgery AF. On the light side, maybe I'd give it a medium for flow rating. Went to bed expecting to get up during the night. No precautions, just the knowledge that if I woke up at 3am, I would get up.
So 2am rolls around, and I'm dying of thirst. Run to the bathroom just in case, rip out the
and voila. Almost nothing. I'm pretty pissed off b/c I had expected a fullish cup and I don't want to worry about things getting wonky on me. Guzzle some milk and juice and go back to bed.
Woke up again. Felt a little bubble, a small gurgly sensation. Think 'wtf?' b/c of the previously empty
. Figured I'd better check before I roll back over and go to sleep. Ha! Undies are dry. Wait...wait...waaaaait...dammit, that DID feel wet
Get up, and squeeze my legs tight as I shuffle to the bathroom as quickly as I can. Lots of gurgling going on now. Glance at the clock as I'm doing the closed leg shuffle skip, it's now 6am.
Make it around the bed, throw open the bathroom door and sit down on the toilet. At this point I have blood dripping down my leg and I am faced with the problem of removing my undies without standing up. Well, I managed somehow and let me tell you that in doing so I now know what it would look like if I had put blood in a slingshot and let it loose in there.
I threw them into the sink, and started wiping up blood from the floor with tp
I was cursing by then, poor dh was probably wondering wtf was going on with the bathroom light on (he faces the door and it was still open a crack) and his crazy wife dancing around the bed and cursing in the bathroom. I am beginning to realize how seriously low on toilet paper we have become (FUCK!) and grab a washcloth from the shower to finish the job.
WAS full, not poorly positioned. I guess I don't have to worry about a thin lining, eh? *yippee* I go for bloodwork and ultrasound this morning. Should I tell the lady she won't need any lube?
Oh yeah, don't let me forget to buy toilet paper today.