disasterous relief

I don't know if any men read this blog, but if they do, be warned - "female problems" discussed herein.

The good news is that I'm not pregnant. The bad news is that I found this out at work. Wearing light colored work pants. Working a register. With an hour left in my shift. And no way to combat it.

I knew it was coming eventually. Well, you know, hoped it was coming. But I didn't feel the regular sick that I normally do, so I didn't really think about it. That is, until around 5pm last night. Sudden cramps of a certain kind, which I had to pretend weren't happening, what with the customers and not being able to leave. I held out for about half an hour until I finally called the supervisor over and said "can you please cover for me for one minute while I run to the bathroom?" I think I said it with enough urgency that as a fellow female of the species, I think she understood. "Run, go! Run!" she said. And I did.

Since I didn't have any um... feminine hygiene products, I was forced to improvise. Without going into too much detail, there was much wadding, stuffing, and padding with toilet paper. Also there was praying - praying that my light pants would hold up until 6 when I could rush home. I was uncomfortable for my last bit of work, but at least I didn't have to worry about another mouth to feed on our already very tight budget.

When I finally got off the clock, I had a message from Jay saying he was just down the street cashing in a coupon for some free food. I told him that I really needed to go home first, and luckily he is a mature enough young man to immediately understand what I meant. We discussed it, and I decided that since I haven't been out in a while, I would just stop by a store and buy a few things. After all, as Jay so wisely pointed out, it's not like they go bad. (And for those of you wondering, my pants were still wearable.)

So after a brief stop at the drugstore and an immediate run to the restaurant bathroom, we sat down and had a nice dinner. It gave me a story to tell, and all was right in the world again.