Things I have discovered today that you really didn't want to know:

1) When I'm on my period, I don't shave. Because if I do, and I wear a pad (which I do for backup even with tampons, after bleeding all over my shorts in 6th grade) I get ingrown hairs. This only slightly mitigates the awful awful thing that happens once in a while, where the pad somehow gets rolled back and the sticky stuff that's supposed to adhere to my underwear adheres instead to my skin. I hate this. I really hate peeling it off my skin. I hate it even more when it causes leakage. Fortunately, part the second was not significant today. 2) I think the antibiotics that I'm on for the bacterial superinfection on my cold are inducing the formation of yeast overgrowth in places where yeast Should Not Overgrow. Itchy. And I refuse to have a yeast infection on the two nights this entire week when I can get laid, but I think I might. So my options are (1) No sex for the Nykki this weekend, as if it is a yeast infection and goes untreated, I will be so fucking tender and sore that I will be unable to bear the idea of anyone even thinking about my clitoris. (2) Treat the infection now with a 1-day course of Monistat, even though I'm on my period and that's just the most disgustingly messy idea I can think of, plus I'm going to be sore anyway. (3) Hope really really hard that I'm wrong. I'm leaning toward (2), but I just can't bring myself to go put on pants instead of scrubs and buy something. I should. I know it's there. 3) They told us in anatomy, physiology, embryology, and pathology that baby boys are capable of getting erections. I believed them. I really did, and I even accepted this as a normal part of life. Not too much snickering, even, and I believe I am a relatively mature human being. However, there's a difference between knowing that little baby boys can get erections and discovering a tiny baby boner when one is doing a genital exam. I was caught between the strangely bizarre sort of "oh, isn't that cute" that afflicts me upon seeing babies do anything - even spit up - and a faintly embarrassed and uncomfortable sort of sensation. But I finished the exam, like a good girl. Okay, thanks. I had to share.