So, I use (and am in lurve with) The Diva Cup.
As I’ve been a convert for about a decade now, I’m well past the ‘Eew, menstrual blood! Yucky!’ stage.
If you’re not there yet, feel free to take a moment.
I’m not the only one who had to get over the sight of blood. Husband has had to endure too.
Husband: Make sure you rinse the sink out really well.
Me: It doesn’t really matter how well I rinse. You can never really wash away all the blood.
Husband: What do you mean?
Me: Well, microscopic bits of blood get trapped in scratches in the tile, around drains, in grout, etc.
Me: Yup. You’d better hope I never die an unnatural death. Wouldn’t take a brilliant forensic scientist to find evidence of my blood in every sink, toilet and shower in this house.*
Me: You’re so going to jail for the rest of your life.
* and yes, I knowthe large amount of epithelial cells in menstrual blood would give it away, but Husband doesn’t.