If there's one thing that all women have in common, it's the fact that we hate when we get our periods.
In a perfect world, we would know exactly when our periods were about to happen, and there would be no guesswork involved. Unfortunately, there are many reasons why you and many women suffer from irregular periods.
In other words, no one is immune to an untimely surprise period. Wedding days, camping trips, sporting events, and dates are some of a surprise period's favorite things.
The main problem with surprise periods is a lack of preparedness. It's almost like your ovaries just know to act up exactly when feminine products are at their least accessible.
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One reddit user's worst period nightmare came true when she was the only woman on a hiking trip with three male friends and zero tampons.
Luckily, "Dave the Period Fairy" was there to save the day.
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Reddit user I_Removed_Something shared her full story online. But first, she explained just what a period fairy is:
Period Fairy: A person who unexpectedly and tactfully helps you through a period emergency.
Some backstory: Me and a few other people go hiking three times a week. We usually have two other women with us, but they ran off to see a movie, so it was just me and three guys. They shall be named here as Dave, John, and Teddy. I’ll be Jane.
There’s an entrance to a huge nature trail near Teddy’s house, so we all meet there every time before we head out. We walk through one of many paths through the trail.
Usually takes three to five hours depending on the path. When we reach the road on the other side, we set up for lunch and call an Uber to get us back to Teddy's.
We met up at Teddy’s at 7:00, ate breakfast, and hit the trail at 8:00. We were taking the longest path today. John is sort of the leader who buys all the supplies, decides where we’re going and what we’re doing, and carries the gun. Dave is the “medic” who carries the first aid kit and knows how to use it.
He also has this huge military-looking backpack in which he keeps the kit, a satphone, and a ton of other gear. Seriously, it’s hilarious some of the random nonsense he pulls out of that thing.
Teddy's the group mule. He's built like Terry Crews and he carries the tents / grill / food for days we plan on setting up out there.
So we’re hiking for hours, nothing is happening, then about twenty minutes from the end of the trail, it hits me. I didn’t feel it coming at all, and it’s like four days early.
I immediately slink back like 20 feet from the group and start having a panic attack. I had NOTHING on me and I was wearing shorts. At least they were black, but they wouldn't hold much. I'd also 100% bleed up the Uber.
Like five minutes later, after I’d decided on stuffing my bra down my shorts, Dave looks back and notices me walking like a goblin. To my horror, he falls back and starts walking next to me.
He leans in and whispers,
"Do you need to pee?"
I’m like, huh? Then I realized I’m like doubled over with my hands on my crotch. Seemed obvious.
“No, I, that’s not,” I’m stammering."Period issue?" he says next.
At that point I’m like this and I just mumble “yeah.”
And then, this guy, this f**king glorious, magnificent guy, he calls out to John and Teddy: “Hey, Jane’s scraped her arm on a tree or some sh*t, I’m gonna tend to it but it’s gonna be like five minutes. Just get to the road and set up lunch and call the car.”
John says sure and the two of them keep on walking. Dave slides off his magical backpack and opens a pouch on the front of it. “Pads or tampons?” he says.
I mutter “tampons,” completely stunned at all this. He pulls out three tampons, the good kind, and a handful of wet-naps.
Hands them to me and then he opens the main compartment and pulls out a long sleeve black t-shirt.
"Go in the trees and take care of it, then tie the shirt around your waist." He then pulls out a big band-aid and slaps it on my arm to keep up his cover story.
I ask him why he had these, he’s just like, “I’ve been hiking with women for years, you think I’m stupid?”
He turns and wanders like 50 feet away while I hobble into the woods. Come out a few minutes later all cleaned up and with the shirt covering my bum. He doesn't say another word about it as we get to the end of the trail. We eat while we wait for the car to show, get to Teddy's, and now I'm home.
I think I love Dave now. Is it normal that I love Dave?
It's true what they say, not all heroes wear capes. They do, however, wear magic backpacks.
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