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[Jun. 21st, 2005|05:03 pm]


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Last night I was out on the town when my period started. The pub we were in at the time had no machines in the toilets. I had to wait until we went to eat somewhere else in order to make do with a towel and a tampon, bought from a machine in the toilets for an entire pound - seriously, you could make a killing little sideline if you work in a pub, offer sanitary products at a more reasonable price, pass them across the bar in envelopes or something.

Anyway, I then crashed at a (male) friend's house and unpleasantly had to keep wearing the pad until the early afternoon even though it was pretty much sodden. I have to get two buses from there, so in the middle I went into the shops and bought sanitary towels and went into the shopping centre toilets. Which of course stank, and at that point I was feeling a bit sick again - out on the town with the boys leads to, uh, large alcohol consumption, despite opting out of a couple of drinks arguing body-water-percentages.

I really hate bleeding - the inconvenience, the mess, and the vague cramps aren't helping me recover either. And the tender breasts, so I really should put a bra on, but I just took it off for the first time in 26 hours, which was such a relief, I can't tell you.

The worst part, of course, is that I knew I'd be starting any day, and yet didn't have anything on me. Idiot me.