UGH
So, I'm trying ever so hard not to let this get to me, but it's starting to because I really wanted to go to chorus but apparently my body had other plans. For those of you who are on some sort of distant planet, I am one of the about half of the population that is cursed with the XX Chromosome sequence. The only reason I say "cursed" is that once every oh 30 days or so I bleed profusely from my nether regions but only "profusely" if I am slightly stressed out, which lately I have been.
Normally my "menstrual cycle" is relatively light and easy going, except when it seems to coincide with extremely stressful situations in my life. Seriously, the third time I got Chicken Pox, it was a horrific period for the textbooks. Lately I have only been relatively more stressed than usual because well it's midterms week, and stressed is normal.
SO, so far this week I have stained 2 pairs of pants because, well the first one was my fault. (Never forget that you are a woman, even for a day, or the "monster" shall creep it's little head around that horrible little corner). Not only had I forgotten that I was a woman, BUT I also forgot to pack supplies in case woman hood should smack me in the face (Pair # 1). Then today, I came prepared, I over packed the supplies and even changed them more regularly than usual because of how paranoid I was since the pair of pants I was wearing was my last clean pair of pants. Apparently you should not slouch while menstruating for the blood will pool in the back of your vaginal cavern until the worst possible moment when you have to well, sit up straight. Doesn't my body know that this is nearly impossible, I cramp up during my period which makes me want to slouch which eventually leads to disaster. I think it may be a conspiracy. Anyways, I was slouching watching a movie on my computer at work thinking about how there was only 30 minutes left in my shift and then I would get to go to chorus, when a classmate came up to give me a flash drive someone had left him in the computer he was using. At that moment I stood up, and all the blood that had been pooling for the last 2 hours decided to all gush out at once, and since a pad is absolutely not designed to gather blood like that it all splashed off and went down the side of my leg. (Pair # 2) I felt it happen, because well you would have to be dead or numb not to went to check my leg half way up the back of my thigh and my hand was a nice shade of crimson. This is THROUGH a pair of jeans, it's not like I was wearing a skirt, although in hindsight I thank the Gods I was not wearing a skirt because all that blood would have ended up in a pool on the floor if it weren't for my lovely jeans to slowly soak it up. I then went to the bathroom to clean myself up a little, took my hoodie off and wrapped it around my waist, immediately washed my hands and walked home in the like 50 degree weather in wet bloody pants.
I'm trying to find the positive spin on this.... I really don't think there is one, other than I get to ruin your day with my miserable story.
Normally my "menstrual cycle" is relatively light and easy going, except when it seems to coincide with extremely stressful situations in my life. Seriously, the third time I got Chicken Pox, it was a horrific period for the textbooks. Lately I have only been relatively more stressed than usual because well it's midterms week, and stressed is normal.
SO, so far this week I have stained 2 pairs of pants because, well the first one was my fault. (Never forget that you are a woman, even for a day, or the "monster" shall creep it's little head around that horrible little corner). Not only had I forgotten that I was a woman, BUT I also forgot to pack supplies in case woman hood should smack me in the face (Pair # 1). Then today, I came prepared, I over packed the supplies and even changed them more regularly than usual because of how paranoid I was since the pair of pants I was wearing was my last clean pair of pants. Apparently you should not slouch while menstruating for the blood will pool in the back of your vaginal cavern until the worst possible moment when you have to well, sit up straight. Doesn't my body know that this is nearly impossible, I cramp up during my period which makes me want to slouch which eventually leads to disaster. I think it may be a conspiracy. Anyways, I was slouching watching a movie on my computer at work thinking about how there was only 30 minutes left in my shift and then I would get to go to chorus, when a classmate came up to give me a flash drive someone had left him in the computer he was using. At that moment I stood up, and all the blood that had been pooling for the last 2 hours decided to all gush out at once, and since a pad is absolutely not designed to gather blood like that it all splashed off and went down the side of my leg. (Pair # 2) I felt it happen, because well you would have to be dead or numb not to went to check my leg half way up the back of my thigh and my hand was a nice shade of crimson. This is THROUGH a pair of jeans, it's not like I was wearing a skirt, although in hindsight I thank the Gods I was not wearing a skirt because all that blood would have ended up in a pool on the floor if it weren't for my lovely jeans to slowly soak it up. I then went to the bathroom to clean myself up a little, took my hoodie off and wrapped it around my waist, immediately washed my hands and walked home in the like 50 degree weather in wet bloody pants.
I'm trying to find the positive spin on this.... I really don't think there is one, other than I get to ruin your day with my miserable story.