10.30.2008
Day 7
10.29.2008
Day 6
10.28.2008
Day 5
10.27.2008
Day 4
It’s only been four days, but by this point, it seems pretty natural. I’m a diva cup super pro, yeah! Halloween is coming up and I have no costume. Maybe I can be that. A diva cup. Or a diva cup super hero. I’ve fallen in love with this thing. I just started to laugh because I recalled moments from the weekend of parties. VyNL and I had taken to discussing our cups to the other party guests while laughing about emptying it in the bathroom or the thought of it coming out. I’d better be careful or I might end up guilty of laughing by myself in a public place…one day people will think I am crazy.
Schwinn
10.26.2008
Day 7
Day 3
10.25.2008
Day 2
I guess I had cheated by the end of Day 1 as I worried I would not be in the proper state of mind to change the cup a second time. During that special time of night where jello shots, cider and spiked hookah pass quickly and time beings to pass much more slowly, the last thing a woman might want to do is stumble to the bathroom in a conflict of euphoria and drowsiness and attempt to empty her menstrual cup, knowing that her first try was a bust. Double-lining seemed to be the way to go, but just this once.
After settling in on my round chair and taking in an excess of marijuana, I wasn’t moving from my spot…not for McDonald’s trip number one nor number two (made by some friends desperately seeking what are fondly known as “nugs”). Several times I thought about the filling cup and the 12 hour caveat – “don’t wear the cup longer than that or it turns into a bloody pumpkin in your vag”, but I was fused to the chair and comfortable. In the morning I somewhat waddled to the bathroom. When I stood still, I was certain it gurgled at me – queefing against the sides of my vaginal wall, “Let me out! I’m a bloody mess!” It was rather amusing.
I began somewhat of a wrestle to pull the cup out. I couldn’t break the seal, pull the tab or get it to slide down. Sure, for one moment I thought “this is what happens when you leave it in longer than 12 hours – it fills so much that the seal vacuums!” Then I even momentarily worried: what if after all of these years of laughing about tampon emergency stories, I went to the ER with this diva cup trapped against my body – for some reason, I felt like the hospital down the street wouldn’t know what to do except speak a lot of Spanish while wheeling me around on a gurney. ¡Que horror! La pobre chica con su taza sangre…no podemos ayudarla. Que malo. A couple more splurging attempts and it came out and remained in my control. Once again, not for crowded bathrooms…it seems high maintenance.
But I can tell I like it and it works….or will work when I get the hang of it. I want to tell my mom to use this – or ask her what she was thinking…but she is beyond menopause now. I think she had used a cup before though. In any case, she cannot use it now, but I feel like she missed out something good.
Schwinn
Day 6
10.24.2008
Day 1
I had every intention of trying this thing out prior to having my period this month. It seemed challenging enough to merit some getting used to – but it was now or never as I had pushed my wait to the max and had no choice…no surprise there. Alas, I was spotting. Quickly, I boiled it, washed my hands like a surgeon and folded it once, twice maybe. Popped it in with remarkable ease and no bother. Suddenly I had this hollow feeling inside. For much of the day, my cramps were intense – reminding me of the cup’s presence...as if they somehow were related. Silly, of course. Several hours passed and I decided to empty the cup before a swinging party was about to ensue. Positioned over a toilet, I tried for the tip, the bottom, felt it slide somewhat and pulled it out oh so successfully, about to watch the first cup-full of blood…dark mucosal blood…spill out until PLOP – it slipped out of my hand and fell into the toilet.
Now as I grabbed it and ran it under hot water for several minutes before deciding to boil it again, I could only envision that I was in a crowded bathroom at any number of places beginning with Coney Island, NYU medical center, the mall, MMC…women are standing in line and hogging sinks and here I am with this bloody mess of a cup that has now fallen into the toilet. Smooth. Herein I decided without reservation that every woman needs two of these...one for emergency back up. Can you tell? I’ve been sold.
Schwinn
Day 5
10.23.2008
दक Inspiration
She had recently gained my full respect and was now before us, passing around a sizeable silicone cup and its junior. Soon a satin blue bag reached me complete with a mini pamphlet on its purpose and directions of use – without more advertisements aimed at making me feel embarrassed or proud about my period. Though, I tend to be pretty neutral on these things. Here I am, an avid tampon user (I prefer the Tampax Pearl WMD wicked menstrual device), a masturbator, a sexually active (though on an extended voluntary hiatus) woman and an irregular visitor of the gynecologist. I have no qualms about putting useful and helpful objects in my vagina and have so far enjoyed decent outcomes barring momentary discomfort…but until now, I’ve not considered being a menstrual cup user long enough to try it.
Tampons and the issue of the “bleach leech” never quite worried me, nor did the threat of TSS despite my mother’s warnings and my sister’s recent admonition that “I better never sleep with a tampon”. Even flushing has rarely been an issue – after all, the single experience I have with a clogged toilet will forever be questionably the fault of my tampon, my distressing bowel movement or the crossed Q-tips that managed their way down there by the owner of the toilet. I can’t say I am green enough to consider the environmental effects without stumbling upon stray applicators on beaches, in bathrooms and curbside.
I’ve regretfully lined or double-bagged, flooded thin maxis and worried when overnights were overloaded in under the time limit noted on the package. I’m not a fan of anything lingering where I can feel it, leaking when I don’t have time to change it or shifting to a chafe. But given the options, that’s what I’ve used…and have seldom complained.
But there was something there – was it a freeing feeling associated with the blue in the bag? Was this a blue period, the kind Always says I should be happy about? Was it the smoothness of the curious cloudy silicone, a refreshing vacation from cotton and gauzy gluey (bloody) catch-all? Was it my own intrigue in a self-constructed taboo? I would never catch my blood in a cup…I mean, what do you DO with that after? Suddenly I was enchanted with this chalice। It was worth a try as I’d have nothing to lose but a week…and that is to say only if it were a nightmare. Imagine if it were better than the rest?
Schwinn
Day 4
I had no problem with sleeping in it. I did get quezy at the sight of the blood this morning when I pulled it out which is weird for me but maybe it’s because its 7:30am. It hurt pulling it out but I was fine putting it back in. On to school!
10.22.2008
Day 3
10.20.2008
Day 2
10.19.2008
Day 1
So I can feel the cup inside of me and it’s a little annoying. But as I am getting used to it, I am slowly starting to feel it less but I am still aware of it being there. It is actually really cool because I have already pulled it out once and saw the blood collecting on the bottom. It will be really interesting to see how much I actually bleed a month. I know that I am not going to keep a record of how many ml I bleed because I just don’t have that kind of time and I don’t have the brain power/memory to try to remember. I will also remember to keep the cup away from animals especially rodents… so I guess I won’t be lying naked in the subways. So I just sneezed and it moved the cup a little and now it is pinching me or something... Ahh! Pain! I am afraid to take it out or move it around because I don’t want to have problems putting it back in. what sucks is that my bathroom is public and I can’t just clean it out in the sink and put it back in. I would have to walk over to the sink rinse it and then go back into a stall and put it back in. What a hassle. I know at school it wont be so bad because I can just use a single person stall. Ugh.. it really hurts so I am going to go fix it because I don’t want another freak infection!
i posted the lunette cup website incase you want to check it out... just click on "Day 1" at the top and it will direct you there.
Ok so pulling it out was so painful!! I am wearing a tampon tonight. I’ll try again in the morning. This is a lot harder than I thought.
Well even the tampon is hurting.. so I guess I hurt myself trying to use the cup. I think I may have done something when I was trying out the cup. OUCH!
VyNL