I'm in my 40s and I take good care of my general and sexual health, so when my husband told me he could smell me (and not in a good way) when I came into the room a few days ago I started to try and figure out what it could be. I was also getting some constant brown discharge - not much, but enough to be annoyinw. Was my recently discovered fibroid playing up? I brought forward a scheduled MRI to check it out, but the odour doesn't usually fit the bill. Was it an STI? I got the all clear in February and have been safe since then, but I booked in for another just to be safe. Oh! It's probably BV, so I got straight onto the online doc to fill a prescription of antibiotics.

Three days into the meds and not much had changed, but now strong cramping and a feeling of pressure had accompanied the smell and the discharge.

And then today, while going to the loo, I felt something weird and reached my hand down, only to discover a tampon that has to have been there for at least three weeks. THREE WEEKS!!

Is there any language that has a word for repulsion, embarrassment and relief all rolled into one? Because that's what I've had all day, in great big rolling waves. And yes, I'll go to the doctor to get myself checked out, and the antibiotics were a lucky call and probably stopped it from getting worse. I feel like such an idiot. It's been a stressful few weeks for other reasons but this is a whole new level of being distracted :(

Anyway. Just in case anyone's having a bad day, I bet you didn't leave a tampon in your vag for nearly a month, so you've got that going for you.