WARNING: If you are uncomfortable with the discussion of menstruation, moderately gory stuff, or politics, I would suggest that you veer off now because this is going into the weeds big time.

Okay. So Shark Week starts yesterday, as it does, and I roll right along with it thanks to the blessing that is the super tampon (my moon flow laughs at regular poons). Woke up this morning, took care of business, then got stuck into housecleaning and writing.

Mid-morning it was time to switch things out so I do, not really thinking about anything, and continue about my business. In retrospect I did kinda notice that things were a tad uncomfortable, but since I have the Knees from Hell I’m really good at ignoring anything that doesn’t actually make me curl up in a fetal position and cry.

After lunch, it’s time for another switch. I reach up, find the string, give it a gentle tug…

…and pull out two tampons. I swear to Cthulhu I have no idea how that happened. The moderate discomfort now makes perfect sense, but I’m sitting there wondering how the hell I could have gone in to replace a tampon and somehow forget to take it out before inserting a new one.

Oh, and I volunteered to work at my county Democratic Party office. So yeah, that was my day. How’s your Thursday rolling along?