I’ve lost track of my cycle. I no longer know what day I’m in. Yesterday… or was it the day before that, I’m not completely sure – well anyway, AF showed up. Or the boat painting days, which is what I’m going to call it.
And I was wearing white panties. And white pants. And had no protection whatsoever with me at work. Luckily I never bleed very heavily, so I managed to get through the day with just toilet paper.
I’m getting cured. I actually forgot that I’m supposed to have my boat painted so soon. There actually is light at the end of the tunnel. Not that I’m there yet, I’m checking my list and getting the all-too-familiar want to do just one more cycle. Just one more. Maybe this would be my time.