Wish it was possible to banish the Domesday flood called periods but unfortunately we girls have to bear the brunt of not getting pregnant every month. However, mostly it is just a week of blood, gore and cramps and that is the most of it. But I'm am one of those unlucky victims of the menstrual cycle, who went through, let's say, an up-in-your-a** incident.
So here is what that happened. Around a few months back my university friends were jacked up about the New Year's party. Now being in Delhi that too, being a college student, one is always pumped up for any kind of gathering. So we all decided to meet up at this bar cum disc in CP, at the Eve of new Year. I admit I was really excited for it. My girlfriends and I did a lot of shopping, bought new dresses and let's say we were all packed up for the party.
On that miserable day, I literally dressed up beautifully for my imminent disaster. We arrived at the bar around 8 pm. It was crazy in there. Loud music, energized people, I was instantly caught up in the mood. Now I wore a light purple, knee length dress. Halfway through my crazy swaying, I felt something warm rolling down my legs. I didn't bother about it much thinking it was just sweat. So I continued to dance.
After about 10 minutes or so, I suddenly slipped on the floor, like legit fell hard on it. I screamed, obviously. But not because I was hurt (I was though) but because I slipped on my own period's blood. Yes, be disgusted but I didn't realize in that frenzy of New Year that I was bleeding steadily. And this couldn't be worse.
My uterus got no chills
Continuing with my story, my friend tried to help me up but when she realized what I was in, well needless to say I wanted to drown in that blood itself, then and there. Nevertheless, she helped me up. Now understand that place had no washrooms as such. So now I had a ruined dress, with blood stained hands (yes gross) and no place to go and change. My friend and I came out of the bar and stood in a somewhat shadowy place. Yes, I was still bleeding and cramps had already knocked in (hallelujah!). My friend ordered a cab for me but I couldn't, wouldn't get into any vehicle in this state and soak the seat red. Meanwhile, the nosy passerbys were giving us these creepy stares. I wanted to glare at them but was too miserable to do it. Then my friend (bless her) went back into the bar and came out in a while with a leather jacket, from one of her guy friends. I wrapped it around my waist. Yes, I ruined a very expensive jacket and I legit don't know how she managed to get it. But I presumed he wouldn't want it back, like ever, with all that I secreted into it. Anyhow, I arrived at my PG, all bleeding.
My friend and I never talk about it. I mean I rather die than relive that horror in front of her again. I don't know whose jacket it was, but I thank that guy everyday and pray that I never get into such catastrophe again, ever.
P.S. My periods were three days early. Damn you uterus.
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