Still here? Well, in we go. On Wednesday, I tweeted, "Women who are on bloodthinners should be exempt from certain other biological realities." I can barely keep up with this, y'all. There's less blood in war movies. Every time I shower, I reenact the aftermath of that scene in Psycho. I worked from home yesterday because I was afraid to leave my house for more than a couple of minutes. If you haven't yet figured out what this post is about, lucky you!
|I'll take "Things Disposable Pads|
Don't Work Well With" for $500,
Alex! Ugh, yes, one gets shredded in
each direction. The technology is
still not so good, even in 2015.
Also, running is a nightmare this week.
Unfortunately, unless I want to spend the entire day going to and from the bathroom, hardly anything works for more than a few minutes for bloodthinner periods, so last month I finally settled on a combination of the Moon Cup plus a heavy flow disposable pad on the really bad days, and then the cup plus a reusable pad once everything lightened up a bit. And I still have to change things out frequently. (I tried a regular tampon-- hahaha. Nope. Twenty minutes later it was exiting of its own accord.) So, less with the "green living" and more of the "green-ish," for now.
I wish I could offer hope for other women likewise dealing with this, but so far, I can't. In the course of writing this and then coming back later to edit and tweak, I've thought a couple of times, "Am I exaggerating?" And then my first outfit of the day only lasted about 45 minutes. No, I'm not exaggerating. It really is this bad. The best I've been able to do is hang in there for a few days and do a lot of laundry. If I find a magical solution, I'll let you know.
And the sooner I get off these bloodthinners, the better.