Ugh – haha

Q: What do you want to do tomorrow?

A: Spend the day at home in my own room, napping.

Hashtag (haha) periods while on vacation

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Pride

Every so often – okay, let’s be real here… probably almost every month, and sometimes multiple times a month – I envy men for their lack of menstruation.  But then, out of nowhere, I remember that not only do they have an embarrassing display when they are, shall we say, stimulated in public, but they have penises.  I totally take periods over penises.  For females, we only have to hang around with our periods for about a week every month.  But guys, their penises hang around – and quite literally – all the time.  That just sucks, in my opinion.  I mean, I occasionally also think that breasts are a hassle with running and other bouncy sports.  But that is nothing compared to having to deal with something getting in the way of my stride and any other leg movement at all times.  Ugh… poor guys.

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When what was easy, turns difficult

Menstruation.

Apparently, it is a beautiful thing, because of its cycle’s potential to create new life.  However, something’s potential is not the foundation of its quality or beauty.  It is only the potential – nothing more, nothing less.  So, while the process that involves menstruation could produce something beautiful, I argue that menstruation is not, in and of itself, a beautiful thing.

Quite frankly, I’m not a fan of it, almost at all, but I do think it is kind of miraculous that a person could lose so much blood, and so often, – and, for me, it is apparently even more blood loss than usual – without passing out on the pavement, ill beyond belief.  It is somewhat miraculous that women do not end up in the hospital every month, due to blood loss from menstruation.  Perhaps it is one of our magical powers as females.  Yes, we can bleed blood, and be totally fine afterward.  (I feel like I’m in Zoolander right now, with that mocking line.)  😛

Anyway, for some women it is totally a no biggie.  For some, it is one of the most difficult times of life, when it shows up each month-ish.  And, for others, it is somewhere in the vast expanse between the two.  (For me personally, I am guaranteed to have very little sleep for two nights in a row, and to have an incredibly strict bathroom schedule for those two days, with the occasional extreme discomfort in the mid-region.)  Whatever the case, it takes something extra, something special, something powerful for females to manage it all effectively, to get up and go, no matter what the body brings.  So, show some acknowledgement of the nonsense with which females have to deal so often, and go do something nice for the females in your life.  They deserve it.

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Whoops…!

Feminine stuff coming… beware  😛

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When we are little, wetting the bed is a common thing.  It is even acceptable and expected up to a certain age.  Eventually, though, without any definite limitation, we reach an age where bed-wetting is just not a thing anymore.  We have grown out of it, just as we were expected to do.  I feel as though getting blood on one’s underwear is a similar situation.  When we are young teenagers, it is all too common (and expected) for use to have leaks and errors of judgement that lead to menstruation making its mark on a pair of underwear or dozen, and maybe even a few pairs of pants and/or skirts and shorts.  However, at some point in time, at an undefined age, we grow out of such a thing.  We are accustomed enough to the circumstances of menstruation, that we no longer have this think called leaking onto our underwear.  We grow up.

And yet, here I am, a good decade past that approximate age, washing out blood-spotted undies.  And it isn’t even that it was the sudden start of my period unexpectedly, and so I was unprepared.  I already wear pantyliners for regular discharge, – we all have it, and I truly don’t understand how women manage to be comfortable every day with it rubbing around and into their underwear all day long – and so am, in a way, always prepared for the start of my period.  The thing is, I actually forget about my period while I am on it.

Now, I am truly grateful that I have such a comfortable period that I am even able to forget that I have it while I have it.  It just has me suddenly realize that my pantyliner in full of blood, and, ‘Oh, goodness, when did I put that last tampon in?’  Really, the only concern is getting blood all over the place (not that that’s great or anything, but still…), so that isn’t half bad in the long run.  I just all too often get blood all over the place on my undies.  In a way, I suppose I’m used to it, because I forget so often (at least, I used to forget really often, and it has slowed down some now, but it still happens regularly).  I even have (or had until this past year) certain underwear that I wear on certain days of menstruation, because they are older, and they can handle a date with blood (as opposed to my newer and/or nicer underwear).  They are usually the only ones that are getting close to being thrown out, but are holding up enough physically to be used still.

I think I’ve only had one or two , possibly three occasions a year, really, in which I’ve had to clean out blood from underwear these past couple/few years.  So, I’ve definitely improved from how often I had to do it before then (every month, multiple times a period).  That still doesn’t change the part where I’d kind of hoped, thought, expected to be past this altogether.  Maybe once or twice in a decade, as part of an extreme accident of some sort.  But not so regularly that I still typically wear my period underwear on those certain strong flow days every time.  Meh… whatevs.  It is what it is.  Here’s to being good at cleaning underwear!

 

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