I worked at Planned Parenthood for almost a decade and so many (so many!) women forget about that last tampon of the cycle. They also usually have no idea that there's a tampon that's been stuck there for a month. You'd think the kind of women who forgets this sort of thing would be some sort of cracked-out loser, but no, they're usually well-groomed, smart(ish), generally with-it women.
While a nurse in a University Health Center, I have chased tampons before. worse than tampons is chasing a condom. jesus those things are next to impossble to grab ahold of. Spaghetti tongs or rather their medical equivalents are vital.
My husband once in his youthful exuberance literally blasted the end of a condom off inside of me. Ever industrious (even at the age of 17), I used a tampon to retrieve the errant cap of rubber from the depths of my vagina. And I NEVER trusted the condoms handed out by the health department again. Ironically, a few years later I discovered that the nice lady at the health department who had given me that handful of condoms was his mother, who was at the time the public health nurse. She was not the custodial parent and had moved out of state shortly after that incident; I made the connection when I met her a few months before the wedding. She could easily have unknowingly contributed to the conception of her first grandchild.
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And seriously, ew.