The Missing Tampon

Last night Prosthesis and I went to a bbq at one of my co-workers house. We were having a great time when it was time to go before I got drunk in front of the other doctors. On our way back we stopped at the british pub, looking for a brawl.

That didn't happen, but heavy drinking ensued. And then I sort of blacked out. I don't remember Prosthesis dropping me off or anything, but I do have this flash of yelling at the Author in the hallway. He texted me to hang out. I was on the tail end of my period and ready to get laid, but I guess he wasn't feeling well, and I flipped out on him because I wanted to hang. 

I don't remember what was said. I just know I woke up this morning to 2 texts from him apologizing for not feeling well and then another one saying he's perked up and still free to hang. 

I went to the bathroom to get ready for work. When I went to pull out my tampon, the string wasn't there. I freaked out and reached in... nothing. I didn't notice a tampon in the trash either. The rest of the morning I was so scared that something happened and the tampon is stuck way the hell back in my vaginal vault.

So once I was done rounding on my patients, I ran to the clinic. I grabbed one of my coworkers and asked her to take a look because I didn't want to be a toxic shock patient in the ICU. She went and didn't see a thing. 

I've thought about it quite a bit, but I have no idea where that tampon went.