When Your Timing Is Off: A Workplace accident

An hour into work, I had a little accident, then a lot of leakage. By the time I made it to the restroom, it was a full-blown mess. Blood everywhere. I wasn’t ready.

First things first: I got to cleaning. It took almost 20 minutes just to handle the mess. Clothes, skin, everything—had to make sure I was presentable before stepping back out. And of course, being at work made it even worse. No warning, no cramps, nothing. Just a sudden, silent betrayal.

This isn’t new for me, though. My cycle has a mind of its own. Maybe my clock’s off.