Day Two with Guinea Diva

This morning dawned without the throbbing

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Diva’s Not So Sure

Who was it that said, “If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again”? I’m not sure they would have been so famous if they had tried the DivaCup. A few hours after writing my last post, I had to empty the cup for the night. Why I didn’t just wait until evening, we’re not sure! I was already tender “downstairs” from the earlier procedure, but I couldn’t leave it in more than 12 hours, so out it had to come.

(Warning: things might get graphic!)

Equipped with willpower and determination, I shut myself in the bathroom, bore down on the same muscles you’d use to take a dump, and fished for the grippy, pointy end of the cup. Finding it, I pulled with my fingers and pushed with my muscles, while trying to stay relaxed (yeah, right!). I ran into the same problem as earlier: the widest part of the cup, the top rim, was making a seal with the narrowest part of me, the entrance to my cervix. Since I’m such a newbie, I didn’t know how exactly to fix that, but the pain shooting through me shouted: “GET IT OUT!” so I knew that much at least.

At one point during the not-so-pleasant procedure, I bent over, breathing hard, wondering if I could safely and quickly get to the emergency room at the hospital, and what they would do. Surgery? Knowing that if I went that route, I’d be experiencing this nasty pain for much longer (and I’d look like a fool), I tried again, to no avail. That’s when I almost had a panic attack.

Somehow, I got through it and got it out, but there was no way I was getting it back in, not for several hours, at least.

Phew. Pain factor… barely tolerable!

Cleanup… I’m getting used to it.

Is it worth it? I really wanna believe it, but, if things remain so dang tight down there, this is not gonna be a fun game.

Uncertain Diva

Hello my name is Diva



(this was written yesterday)

First day with the DivaCup (warning: this has to do with feminine stuff, so if you can’t deal, you might want to stop reading now!) today… Check it out online. The DivaCup is a menstrual cup, made to catch what falls instead of absorbing it with cotton and chemicals. It’s made of medical grade silicone and apparently could last ages… yay environmentally friendliness and saving money! $32.99 CAD plus tax translates into maybe four months of other products (tampons and pads).

A friend told me about the product almost a year ago and I thought it was a cool idea, but without firsthand testimony, I wasn’t about to go there. Then, this summer, one of my cousins up and asks me, “Have you ever heard of the DivaCup?” To be sure, I had. So I asked some questions, and I was sold.

And then, a couple months later, a local health food store sold me one. And today it made its debut. Cousin V said it took her 3 months of complaining before she knew she could never go back to the common remedies, so I wasn’t expecting to like it right away…

Pain factor… being un-sexually active doesn’t help! Ouch! Putting it in in the first place wasn’t so bad, but taking it out to change it several hours later… Well, the wide-open cup (you put it in folded in quarters) is bigger than my cervix… you can imagine. But then putting it back in? I had never gotten in a battle of wills with my cervix before this evening but now I can add that to my “have done” list. By the time i convinced it to go back where it was supposed to, my legs were shaking from holding myself in a squatting position, even after taking several breaks to sit down, breathe, and give myself pep talks.

Cleanliness… the dance between dumping it and washing it and wiping inbetween will definitely have to be practiced, but I had no qualms about touching it or putting it back in. I think I did end up washing it like 3 times and my hands many more times but I’m still confident!

Was it worth it? I still can’t tell you for sure, but I’m holding out for Yes… it has to be! I’m just hoping things will stretch out down there, the sooner the better.

If you’re still with me, thanks for holding on!

Yours on the wave of innovation,

Guinea Diva