Maybe my whoo-ha is more temperamentalNovember 7, 2007
Alternate Title: Figuring the “HOLE” Thing Out
Alternate Alternate Title: Leave It To My Beaver
Boys, don’t read ahead…I’ll come back soon with something for everyone’s eyes to enjoy.
Honestly, I was grossed out at first. I mean really. A cup. Where? You put it where?
It looked funny, it seemed weird and I was truly confused.
Then, I went to the site and did some more research.
I found out they have so many products to choose from and I was intrigued. They have all natural and environmentally friendly products that help you with the worst time of the month! And make it not so bad? C’mon. Really? I can DO that.
Honestly, I have been wondering what to do lately about the disposal of my ‘usual suspects’ and the fact that it is quite an unsatisfactory way to deal with the unwanted visit from the “Aunt”.
I was totally looking for a change.
Customer service over there is wonderful. I must say. One of the best I have ever dealt with. I feel almost guilty that I am having so much trouble with the thing.
However, I can’t seem to get the ‘hang’ of it. Using the actual cup, I mean.
If you’ve gotten this far and if you are queasy, or a perv, I’m tellin’ ya, stop reading here…
Goes in pretty easy. I think. I can’t feel it. Makes me a little nauseous, but I think those are my nerves. And you’re supposed to spin it once it’s inserted to insure the cup is open and ‘ready’ and I can’t do that. It hurts. And I can’t get a grip on it. The ‘stem’ seems too short.
Initially, it seemed to ‘get lost’ in there and I had to go fishing it out right away because I was worried I wouldn’t be able to retrieve it again. Ever. I gotta be honest. I don’t know how you guys out there do it. It’s all dark and slippery up there. And well, wet. I don’t do wet.
When it does ride all the way up, the actual ‘act’ of pushing it out brings back too many birth memories. I can’t do that every month. It makes me so not look forward to going to the bathroom…And I already have potty issues, if you haven’t been reading for too long.
And I can’t stop thinking about it. Every second. It sure does go pretty far up. Or do I have the ‘Lincoln Tunnel’ of all whoo-ha’s?
I dunno gals. I can’t seem to wear it confidently or comfortably.
I’m now on my fourth visit from the Aunt with it and I’m to the point where I dread it. More than before.
I really wanted to enjoy this product and use it until I grew old and grey. However, I just can’t seem to do it.
Is it because I have this polyp and the amount of *ahem* Flo is almost crime-scene like?
Is it because my nerves and anxieties have gotten the better of me and I just can’t ‘relax’? (Big story of my life.)
Or, Big Or…Do I truly have a temperamental whoo-ha who is just set in her ways and refuses to change now?