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[Warning: slightly graphic, very embarrassing content ahead]

The waiting room smelled like asparagus pee. If I were coming in here because I was pregnant, I would definitely throw up. But thankfully, I wasn't pregnant. I was in the gynecologist office with a problem nearly as stressful as that would have been: a stuck tampon.

I should clarify: the entire tampon wasn't stuck. Most of it had come out with the string like the good people at Playtex designed it to. Most of it. The tampon came out with about an inch of cotton ripped off the top, like a bite had been taken out.