Ok. What is the Greek word for tampon?
Way back when pregnancy tests had droppers, vials and an entire wee laboratory set up that made me feel like Gulliver, I hyperventilated my way thru a test on the bathroom counter of an all night diner. Trying to catch the urine sample cleanly whilst performing the gymnastic hover damn near killed me, and then there was the timing and the waiting while beery truck stop tarts popped thru…oy. :rolleyes:
Not quite the same, but definitely a girl thing!
I regularly do field work out in a marsh visible from the NJ Turnpike. Once I was wrapping things up and felt like I should do a tampoo switcheroo before I headed back to the lab. I was in a secluded area, although I could see traffic whizzing by on the overpass. I didn’t even bother hiding behind a tree. I don’t think anyone saw me but who knows?
I could see what happened to jujitsuka happening to me. I like those Tampax Pearl things, but the applicator has an unfortunate sideeffect: blood seeps into one end and then pours out the other when you pull it out. I was using the bathroom at school one day and made a giant mess with that damn applicator. Blood all over everything, including my shoes and pants.
I don’t mean to get err… “graphic” here (or are we past that?), but I can’t help noticing that no one has mentioned how they disposed of the used… occludent. (alright, tampon. there, I said it.)
Also, slightly disgusting hijack here, and maybe I’m being naive, but regarding OB, how DO you get it out?
crawling sheepishly back into a corner…
Logan.
Non-applicator tampons still have strings. Thankfully. And mostly I flush them, sometimes wastebasket wrapped in a small amount of toilet paper.
Right, they still have strings. My bad. 
Also, I figure most people DO flush them if given the option. But if you’re in the back seat of a car… ??
BTW, OB gets the most descriptive name award IMHO. OB=ohne binde, or “no pad!!”
I usually just tuck the string in if I’m going to be naked. Though, I’ve never heard of anyone having trouble removing a tampon after cutting the string.
I probably should have mentioned this–in my car experience, I had a fortunate empty soda can with me. Although I was in quite the rush to throw it out at the next rest stop!
I hope it wasn’t recycled!
What a fortunate soda can! 
Bumping again
Well, it could be correct … she had ovulated to end the cycle, and technically was ovulating in general, if not specifically at that moment in time.
Speaking as a rare ovulator myself, that is. 
Nothing unsual or odd for me changing the guard, but I do recall going in for a nose job as a teenager. They told me to strip. I told them I couldn’t. Mom gave me a tampon and I stripped, placing the tampon.
Woke a few hours later, pissed off of a number of reasons at the lying scums (I was assured I would not be put under, they said they couldn’t find my mom when they were just being lazy and brain dead) and was freaked to find out they’d removed the tampon during or shortly after surgery.
Well, it could be correct … she had ovulated to end the cycle, and technically was ovulating in general, if not specifically at that moment in time.
Speaking as a rare ovulator myself, that is.
Nothing unsual or odd for me changing the guard, but I do recall going in for a nose job as a teenager. They told me to strip. I told them I couldn’t. Mom gave me a tampon and I stripped, placing the tampon.
Woke a few hours later, pissed off of a number of reasons at the lying scums (I was assured I would not be put under, they said they couldn’t find my mom when they were just being lazy and brain dead) and was freaked to find out they’d removed the tampon during or shortly after surgery. I’ll pull my own damn ripcor,d, thankyouverymuch.
ripcord that is.
and I need to pay more attention to the differences between post and preview …
I got my period once the evening of the day I had surgery. We had to ask the nurse for pads – very weirdly, they did not charge me for these! – and my mom had to assist me in getting one in place. It was moderately embarassing.
Of course it then turned out to be my usual false alarm a couple of days before it really gets going, but still…eep. My mom rocks!
I spend a lot of my day in the great outdoors, so I have very few inhibitions about running behind yonder rock or tree to take care of whatever needs doing. That said, I have carried used tampons (wrapped in plastic bags) in my pockets until I could dispose of them. In one instance, this made me very attractive to a passing dog, who wouldn’t stop nosing my pocket while his confused owner made apologies and dragged poor Fido away by his collar.
My two roomates, future Hubby and I went on a picnic to the mountains. Whilst there, nature called. I walked just out of sight of the guys, made the change and buried the evidence. Love bio-degradeable.
Cool mom.
Thisstory from Salon has to be the topper.