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Dec. 12th, 2008 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
commotiocordisDivacup extraction = homemade episeotomy. For serious. Okay, not totally, but tearing. And blood. And pain. That's what I get for getting used to this screwed up hormone, no period thing. I suppose 11 months off was better than most people get (save after having a baby or some such), but I was going for 12 just so I could say "LOL, I'm post-menopausal" for the better story. Actually was planning on going to the doctor after I got back from break and getting on the pill or something to fix this menopause bullshit (and mostly the falling out/really thin hair, as though I'm not the type to spend hours doing my hair every day, I get pissy when it's no longer attached to my head), but grr, DO NOT WANT. Especially when I'm busy raping myself with my Divacup. I left it in for. . . erm, longer than I should have, 4 days or so? And that whole time I didn't even notice it. Now that I tore myself up trying to get it out, I'm very painfully aware that it's in.
Though, not so much anymore. Meaning the next morning. I'm sore and externally irritated, but not in the extreme (as in, shaking, nearly crying when I was trying to get it out and tearing myself) way I was last night. And not enough to notice when I'm just standing still.
