I was typing an entry this afternoon and was really in a groove when suddenly, I lost it ALL. I was devastated for a few minutes. I wrote some really great stuff. This will be less off the top of my head and probably less fun to read. Poo.
This weekend marked the end of my nonmenstrual days. Until menopause, I’m a bleeder. Sigh. Like I said before, I’m not really thrilled. In an attempt to be more cool and hip about it, I bought some of these. I read the instructions aloud to my husband on the way home from the store. He’s happy he’s a guy. YAY for Y chromosomes!
I was pretty excited to give these a try. As excited as one can be when about to stick a cup in her cooter, anyway. So I read and re-read the directions and decided to give it a go. I did exactly what the instructions said and you know, it wasn’t that bad. Whew. Never again will I fret over panic attack inducing tampon emails!
Wrong. While the thing felt okay (I didn’t feel it at all, actually, which bothers me even more than not being able to get it in there correctly), there was leakage. So I did what the instructions suggested. “Pull it out and try, try again.” After rassling with two cups (I was hoping maybe the first one was defective or something), I gave up.
I will not go into a detailed description of my bathroom, but it did look something like this:
I don’t know what exactly Mr. Orange and Mr. White were doing there. I can tell you they weren’t much help.
I see the Instead Cup website has a video. Hmm. Nice. I’ll let ya’ll watch it. Until I’m brave enough to try again, I’ve seen enough.
