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OK, wow.

Time of shower exit: roughly 2:30 am. Current time: roughly 5:00 am.

In 2.5 hours, one heavy-duty tampon was soaked through, so that I was aware of the distinct sensation of liquid exiting the vagina in squishy ways upon moving. I'm not sure how large a piece of uterine lining it was that squooshed out upon stumbling into the bathroom, but whatever it was, it squooshed out past said heavy-duty tampon. Said tampon, upon removal, featured a really cool large hunk of uterine lining, one at least two inches long.

Another heavy-duty tampon is in place, and for backup, a nice will-not-betray-stains washcloth folded over into the right shape and size.

(For the reassurance of those who may be worrying, I still haven't been around any unchaperoned sperm in recent years. This is all my own body's general menstrual weirdness.)
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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